She looks ahead, to the others wandering around them. Her lips briefly purse, part in displeasure, part in thought. How many worlds were they all from? How many families ripped apart, taken to this realm?

"If they won't give them..." Her voice is firmer, steelier. "Then we find a way to take our answers.

"I've a war to fight in my world. I don't have time to be a plaything for some self-proclaimed gods."