'No, as I said, I went to sleep in a tent and when I awoke, I was here. I've seen no one since last night.' It was Laurent's face he had seen last, those bright eyes, amused in the dim light.

He was unaware of the woman's presence until she spoke, her voice coming from beyond his shoulder. He turned to look, though he kept this Matthias in his periphery, muscles alert.

'You're Dutch,' he said, taking in the sight of her quickly. This then, was the woman this man was so worried for though she did seem remarkably at ease with Damen's presence. They both wore clothing unlike anything Damen had ever seen before. 'And you're Matthias. Will either of you please tell me where I am.'