"I'm Faith." With a theatrical bow, she added, "Pleased to meet you. And I certainly hope so. I can't even remember the last thing I was doing before I handed up here."

Eithne simply nods—it's the same in her memories, too... though it's not the first time, for her. Even when she awoke on the battlefield, the sole survivor of her tribe, she had no memory of what had caused the terrible massacre...

'Perhaps the culprits are close, Eithne!' the Voices in her head fret.
'We shouldn't stay here...'
'Aren't you afraid we're going to die, Eithne?'
'But Eithne doesn't know how to leave! Maybe she's right, we need help...'

This time, however, the Voices' excitement isn't enough to overwhelm the lone survivor (considering also that they also argue among themselves, rather than bombarding her in unison with unwanted thoughts). She fixes her azure eyes on the other two present. One of them might remember something... at least a clue as to which direction to take to escape that nightmare place.

As Rogferr hits the ground an ungodly amount of weapons scatter to the floor around him. His eyes stay open yet he stays motionless as he listens to his surroundings. After several seconds a primal fear grips him as he begins to frantically search his body. Pulling out an ornate dagger from his side he starts to frown. 

“I thought you were supposed to prevent something like this from happening.”

Channeling his arcane power, Rogferr pulls an owl out of a pocket dimension. Sitting up Rogferr picks several throwing daggers off the floor and hides them away. Next Rogferr slowly stands up and picks up a few hand axes from the ground and attaches them to the right side of his belt. Moving to a longsword he lifts it up and sheaths it. Lastly grabbing several javelins from the ground and attaching them to his back. As all of the weapons are picked up Rogferr looks around finally noticing the other having a conversation.

“Well met! It seems from your conversation that you did not decide to come here of your own free will either. Please call me Rogferr and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Gimble sits quietly, observing the others. His eyes dart from speaker to speaker, he pulls out his book and begins to scribble notes about the surroundings, the new people, the clockwork city(?). He avoids eye contact and physical contact as people move around

Seeing someone quietly taking notes, Faith goes up to him and says, "I'm Faith. Who are you? And do you know anything about what's going on or where we are?"

Inside the Iedcaru, Jesa looks over the items that Esta had pulled out. "Hmm, an interesting assortment. Do you know what any of them are?" she asks. She would take a quick look through all of them to see if there are any clues. (Investigation: 17)

Once closer to Automata, she sees the automatons bring out the containers and dump something out. "Those are humanoids!" she says in surprise. "We need to go see if they're alright!"  She has the Iedcaru stop and starts to head outside. 

As Jesa steps outside the tower, the others could see a woman dressed in chainmail and dark black clothing. A bit over five-and-a-half feet tall, her long white hair comes down past her shoulders and frames a narrow face with dark grey eyes.  A light scar is visible across her nose. She has a longsword sheathed at her back as well as a painted black metal shield. It is painted with a symbol of an ankh and a scythe upon it. She shouts out to the others, "Is everyone alright?" 

Eithne notices the pal taking notes and listens intently to see how he responds to Faith's legitimate curiosity. However, she doubts he knows much more than they do... or why would he be taking notes at all?

The lone survivor is more interested in Rogferr's statement: "I would have been more pleased to meet you under other circumstances," she approaches and shakes his hand "but finding myself in situations I would greatly prefer to avoid seems to be a constant in my life. My name is Eithne. May I ask you how your dagger was supposed to prevent all this? Does it possess a magic capable of protecting us?"

Meanwhile, out of the corner of her eye, the savage wanderer has been keeping an eye on the disturbing, crawling tower... and seeing it stop and the woman in chainmail coming toward them, she slowly turns, fearing a threat. But the woman doesn't put her hands on her weapons and, instead, begins with words of concern for her and the others... So she gives her a tired smile and replies: "We're not injured, but apparently none of us remember how we got here or why" she sighs. "Thank you for your concern. My name is Eithne. Do you by any chance know anything about this place?"

Jesa continues towards the group. She seems to inaudibly sigh when she hears none of you remember how you got here. "Well, I know you are near the city of Automata, which holds a portal to the plane of Mechanus. We're in the Outlands."  She then shakes her head, "Like you, I'm not sure how I got to the Outlands. However, we are evidently looking for a modron on behalf of..."  At this point she glances back towards the Iedcaru. "Ah, if Esta were here... um... Shemeshka? Yes, the modron belongs to Shemeshka I guess. And she's back in Sigil. Supposedly if we get the modron for her she will help us out."  

Again she looks back at the Iedcaru. "We have a mimir to guide us. But it's missing some of its memory.  We need to travel to several of the cities here in Outland to hopefully fix that. Supposedly then it will be able to track down the modron?"  She shrugs a bit, as though she's heard bits of what's happening but doesn't have the full story. 

Gimble waddles over to the Mimir and says "M-may I?" And begins casting mending, from his innate gnomish magic, on any small cracks or damage if allowed to pass the time. Having absorbed what Jesa said, but giving no social response to confirm