Faetala whispers softly "Okeh tah'shere" and motions for the tiny two-headed wyvern to fly back through the magical fire barrier from whence the exotic looking dark beauty had come. As the small wyvern enters the barrier, it vanishes just as suddenly as it had appeared.

The whispering voices she was told of are here to greet her. Indeed she finds them quite soothing and stands listening to them for a short while. Thinking to herself how she must finish her writings soon upon settling into these new lands. But mostly about how long she has awaited this particular moment...

Faetala gazes in wonder at her surroundings...

[Wehnimer's, Blind Alleyway]
She finds herself standing at the far end of a cool, shady alleyway. Windows and doors of brightly painted modwir wood face out on to the quiet cul-de-sac, as on the myriad other lanes and streets that snake their way through the wards of Wehnimer's Landing. A hint of a breeze, a pale light and the shouts of excited townsfolk and intrepid adventurers beckon you towards the narrow exit leading straight out to the main thoroughfare.
Obvious exits: out.