<strong>GM Note:</strong><br/><br/>Tomas took a fleeting glance at the card as Katarina, Nessa and Curva stood around it.  It was difficult to see it, as he was across the room and the women, despite their sensuous curves, assumed some small space, but glancing at it was to know it.  The card had a way of announcing itself in an ineffable manner.<br/><br/>This was the THRONE from the DECK OF MANY THINGS, a great and terrible artifact, depending on who you asked.  Tomas knew what it was almost inherently, but he had the knowledge to describe what he understood.<br/><br/>He whosoever drew the THRONE from the DECK OF MANY THINGS was to be rewarded with a small castle.  Tomas, you had never laid eyes on such an artifact, but you had seen a likeness of the card once in an old tome during your studies.  Indeed, the castle that lay beyond resembled the castle pictured on the card.<br/><br/>It was when he was ruminating over the card that he managed to get his haversack out by prying the board open with both hands and conjuring a mage hand.<br/><br/>Curva, to answer your questions, this foreign land was not cold, but it was not warm, either.  It simply existed in an epoch of being in some pocket dimension.<br/>Additionally, the card did not compel you to go anywhere now.  Its pull had been diminished, its job having been done.  It brought you where it needed to go.  Now, it was where it needed to be.