The man looked like he was about to speak. Surely he wasn't planning on leaving her hanging, just sitting there, but apparently someone else's arrival drew his attention and just a moment later, it did the same for Journey.

It was a dark wolf, black mostly so, with a red tattered scarf wrapped around her neck. Curious. The man here had a cloak of red and if it wasn't for the woman's words, Journey would have thought the two of them perhaps were from the same alliance. She spoke about Journey mentioning the name of Northfall loudly (loud and proud) and to this Journey chuckled. Ah, yes. I can say with confidence that Northfall's people are quite known for their… boisterousness. They should definitely meet her sister! And her nieces Kvitrafn and Roskva!

As she turned to the man and continued, Journey could confirm her thoughts that this woman was in fact, blind. Deep brown eyes Journey could notice were clouded over whenever the light caught them. She didn't want to interrupt and yet, she stood amongst them now, waiting to listen into their conversation. She sought information, obviously, being new to this place too and Journey didn't at all mind the addition. Neither did the soldier.

Journey's smile is deep as this man finishing speaking, despite the fact that the elder woman very obviously could not see it. She did not introduce herself to the woman, but this was only because she apparently heard her speaking of Northfall and her place as Ambassador and so surely she had heard her name as well.

Of course I can. It is my business to do so, after all. A pleasure, Vehemens. Is that… a Roman name? Through her many lives of course, she was somewhat knowing of the European Romans and, more specifically so, by the familiarity it held with one of their members. There is a woman within our ranks, Agrippina. She is a Roman woman. At least, to her core, despite her extended time in the north among its many Norseman.

Now, She situated herself in her place, passing a glance between the soldier and elder. Do you mean this area, or this world? Journey stops for dramatic pause. No creature simply wanders into place by travel. You're either born here or you Awaken here. Would they think her crazy already? She had only just begun….

Mythris is a world of magic. Magic which is sporadic at times, to say the least. She would not tell either of them of the disasters which had passed not all that long ago. A year of spiraling chaos that nearly had been the death of every living thing in existence here. No, that would be a horrible tale, especially now. If you both haven't just simply lost your way from home through a Traveling Tunnel… A pause. Yes, the teleporting tunnels would be another explanation. Then I fear you've been taken far from the world which you had once called home.