When the door opened, Setara leaped off the floor and stood ready, waiting in attention. The instant the cold gnawed on her frame, however, her stance was broken. She shivered, hugging herself, waiting a few seconds for whoever opened the door to come inside. When no one appeared and she noticed the trail, Setara grabbed some of the sheets from the bed for warmth and then her staff.
When did it snow? She wondered, now even more confused as to where she found herself.
“Do you not know one should announce themselves before opening a door?” Setara called out, staring into the wasteland.
She came to the door and grabbed its handle, looking around to see if anyone was hiding behind it. The cold demanded she reseal the door and try to regain warmth inside. But as she looked at the foreign landscape, she felt that tugging again. The same from before with the chalices. Should she trust that again?
Looking back into the room, there was nothing else. She couldn’t stay in one small room forever. And if the stranger wandered out in this place, she had to find them. Maybe they knew something.
With a deep breath, Setara went out into the snow, closing the door behind her. She tried to figure if she could recognize any of the statues, but otherwise moved forward. Trying to follow the stranger’s path or any sign of where to go.