Karlach stumbled onto the empty street, her eyes wide with confusion as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The towering buildings and strange vehicles whizzing by left her feeling utterly bewildered. Her dark red skin was covered in scars and tattoos, telling stories of battles fought and won. Black hair cascaded down, half shaved on the sides to reveal her two black horns resembling those of a ram, albeit one with a broken right horn. A massive battleaxe adorned her back, its gleaming edge serving as a reminder of her formidable prowess.

Karlach: "By all the Hells... What manner o' twisted sorcery has banished me here? This place ain't like anything I've seen before." Karlach's gaze darted around as she muttered to herself.

Suddenly, she spotted someone approaching - a tired figure contrasting against the vibrant chaos of this new world.

Karlach: "Oi! You there! Excuse me for interrupting, but where in the fiery pits am I? Can ya lend me some help here? I don't fancy wandering around aimlessly like a lost puppy." She crossed her arms over her scarred chest, waiting for his response with a mix of impatience and curiosity.