Luceti, sir. [She offers a small curtsey and approaches.

Faith does her best to smile, but she knows the strangeness of this place all too well.] It is... a place of magic. I am a poor one to offer you a proper explanation. Others might be able to.

[But she can offer one comfort.]

I do know where there are garments, food, and drink, though, sir. You'll catch your death out here if you go lacking them for too long.