[A kitchen, how odd... was this still the Marsiva? He couldn't be sure any more. He'd never felt so relieved to see something new from the last few days scrambling for exits that seemed not to exist. But the question had him still, unsure. When the Enchantress addressed him, it was definitely at him. This time...]

Forgive me, friend, but I may not be the one you intended to speak to. I seek a way off the Marsiva but I seem to have taken a wrong turn.