There's a strange illusion floating through Lanisal's home. Sort of like a thickly tangled mass of glowing thread, wandering randomly, getting larger and smaller. Who designed this thing?
It moves toward Lanisal. She doesn't think to avoid it, it's just an illusion, after all. Except, apparently, not. It has physical presence, she can feel the threads catch and drag, she sees a confusing fragmented vision of dozens of other places...
...And then the tangle is gone, she's not in her house but in a dirty alley with a few doors here and there, near a set of narrow stairs. And she knows a new language. Somehow.