"'Life, the Dreaming, and Death'?" Aly echoes, taking her mace off the table and hooking it back on her belt. "That doesn't sound legit. There's two worlds. There's the Waking, where I'm from, and the Otherside, where this has got to be, because I'm still dressed straight Skyrim." She shakes herself angrily.

"This is ri-god-damn-diculous," she mutters to herself.