[No, Rita is not dressed warmly, as she stumbles and hits the ground, picking herself up with a grimace and looking around again, the front of her mage robe now wet with snow.] Where the hell am I...? This doesn't look anything like Terca Lumireis...

[As she starts to walk toward lights and civilization, shivering, she sighs.] And what did that guy mean by saving the city...? I've already got a world to save. And this isn't it.