[Voice / Azkadellia thinks she's talking to herself]

There was no prophecy involving a door, there was no song foretelling this world. In that sense, the O.Z. has failed me.

And there is no D.G. to hold my hand and keep us protected either. What a fine mess this has turned into.

Well, those finer looking buildings must hold some libraries or even a wizard. All places do. Maybe he can tell me how to summon a travel storm here, for I truly need to get back.