We don't ask about about the notebook. Which was, more or less, just a few pieces of paper folded up. And she was going to run out of room pretty fast at the rate she was going.

A frown started to slip onto her lips and she bit down, trying to chase it away. "Oh. Well, then we can be confused together and it'll be fine, right?" It wasn't quite forced optimism, just a desire to be hopeful. It'd already been several weeks of trying circumstances. "At least I haven't run into anything to be worried about yet." Besides suddenly being in another world without her weapon or armor. That was definitely a problem!

With a raise of her brow, she nodded, and fished out the parchment from...among her notes. (Guess her notebook was just collected, abandoned parchment notes.) "Here. It just mentioned about the Tavernkeeper. So I came down to see." Bellara's fingers curled around the paper in her hands. "I was hoping... It sounded like the Caretaker, you know? So I wondered if maybe this was just another pocket of the Fade adjacent to the Lighthouse."