"I am likewise pleased to meet you." says a woman's voice, slightly distorted by the mask. 

"I am Miriam, preceptor in the sorcerous arts. Ranni told me you wished to find a way home?"

"I would, yes, my parents won't know what's become of me."

"Unfortunately, sorcery familiar to me would not be capable of that. Waygates cannot cross the fog, it was actually tried once. But I had a thought. Are there moons present in your land?"

"Um, my planet has one moon."

"Moons dwell in the cosmos, and as such, their influence should cover many lands."

"There is, however, a complication in that. There is but one person who understands the depths of lunar sorcery - Lady Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon. And she has been... distant."

"...distant in what way?" Not responding to birthday party invitations? No one has seen her in five years? She is on the moon in the fucking sky?

"Mother has stayed in the Grand Library ever since Father has left. She barely speaks to anyone who visits her."

"And... won't say why?"

"It was quite a shock when Lord Radagon cast Lady Rennala aside. Their love was always the strongest of bonds, strong enough to end wars. And then, one day, he simply left, to become consort to Queen Marika, the Eternal."

"I can see why that would be a shock. How long ago was this?"

"Thousands of days."

"You say 'thousands of days' and not 'years'?"

"A year is - a count of days? Why would we?"

"On my planet we have years, they're - do you have seasons?"

"I think we do not."

"Oh. Well, we have a - routine weather cycle that takes a few hundred days to go around all the way and that's a year. But if you don't have those then I guess 'thousands of days' is a fine way to mark time."

"Indeed."

"...but I digress, it's probably not important."

"Mother has been this way for some time now, yes. And she does not appear to be getting better..."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Has she tried therapy at all?"