A little stunned, confused, Alaedra sits there for a long moment trying to recall exactly what her last memory should be. Looking  herself over, she is pleased to see that least her gear is intact, her favorite spiked chain coiled loosely over one shoulder, but she has a feeling she'd have been better off dressed and equipped for a trip out of the city instead of just her usual bare minimum of equipment and clothing.<br/><br/>Getting up, Alaedra decides her first course of action should be to put some distance between herself and the location of her 'arrival', so she begins to take better stock of her immediate surroundings. The most expedient way is the one she's looking for.