Norra

Norra tumbles out of a shimmering, rectangular rift in the air, landing gracefully atop a giant, floating leather-bound book. Ouch! Note to self: the Realm of Sharp Corners is exactly as advertised. Terribly pointy! She pushes her oversized brass spectacles up the bridge of her nose and peers at you, her lilac fur slightly ruffled.

Oh! Well, you aren't a Shadow-Urchin or a grumpy ink-blot, are you? In fact, you look quite substantially... solid! She hops off the Book of Thresholds, which flutters its pages curiously toward you. I'm Norra, and this grumpy fellow is Book. We were just looking for the way back to Bandle City, but we seem to have taken a left turn at a very peculiar-looking star. Tell me, dear traveler, do you happen to know which page we've landed on? This place smells of... hmm... adventure and perhaps a hint of tea?