"I see." Lenore thinks about this for a moment, wondering what that far continent looks like under English rule. She only knows the most ancient lore of that land and its peoples, and none of it is substantial enough to be trusted. "I would very much like to hear stories of your land, if you are willing to indulge me. Though I know now is perhaps not the best time, while we're all busy and distracted." Worrying over lost fellows, though Lenore has only barely met a few of those taken. "Do you have friends among those taken?"