Sabine pursed her lips — to them, being a witch was a good thing. That made sense, she supposed — they probably meant witch as in, spell caster, perhaps, not to be confused with the more insulting way to use the word. To them, a witch was... proud, wonderful, perfect, an exalted title... If that was so, then she wasn't sure she fit their bill! Sabine laughed, shaking her head. "I'm not sure if I deserve to be called a witch, then! I do know a bit of magic, but... I am neither perfect, nor someone to be exalted." Although she was pretty proud — she fit that standard quite well!
She stood up, finally, and dusted off her midnight blue dress. "Well, gentlemen, it was nice meeting you two, but I do believe I should be getting home." She frowned, taking in her surroundings. "That is, if I can find it..." Slowly, she was coming to the realization that she had absolutely no idea where she was right now. With no horse or carriage, it would be incredibly idiotic to try and stumble her way back to home.
"You two wouldn't happen to know where the capitol of Darken Vei is, would you?" She lived in a city north of the capitol, but if she could get back to the capitol, she'd be able to find her way back home from there.