What felt like a very long time later, Harry, Ron and Hermione reached the Khajiit's camp. It consisted of a bedroll, a smouldering fire and a bubbling, steaming pot hanging over it. There were a few sacks lying around and a knapsack. The woman turned and crouched by the fire, blowing at the embers. When the fire was going once more, she motioned for them to sit down.

"What are your names?"

"I'm Hermione, this is Ron and that's Harry. Who are you?"

"I am Amdesa. Come, you must be hungry, yes? Help yourselves to the stew. It is venison." Amdesa fished some wooden bowls out of her knapsack, and passed them round. Using a ladle, they each took some from the pot, stomachs rumbling with hunger. They sipped at the hot stew, which had a strong, meaty flavour, and was very filling. Full, they sat back.

"What are we going to do now?" Harry asked Amdesa.

"I shall take you to Riften. Then we shall see. If we leave soon, we should be there by lunchtime. Rest a bit, and I shall pack my things." The mysterious Khajiit woman left them.

"Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Yes?"

"Why didn't our wands work?"

"I don't know… I don't think we are in the same world now. Maybe magic works differently here. Amdesa!" Hermione called.

"Yes?"

"What land is this?"

"You are in Skyrim." Amdesa's voice was puzzled. "Where did you think you were? Morrowind? Oblivion?"

"England." Ron muttered.

Amdesa came back, with her knapsack on her back and carrying the sacks. Rolling the bedroll up, she gave it to Ron.

"Can you carry this? Thanks. Right, let's go. Follow me." The huntress said, striding off through the woods. Harry and co ran along behind, startling foxes and rabbits out of the undergrowth as they passed. Breasting a rocky outcrop, they heard the hnk hnk hnk growl of a bear and dropped flat. Peering round a tree, they saw the bear's brown hide. It was facing away, and so they slowly sneaked round, hearts hammering. Once safely past, they ran and ran until they reached a cobblestone road. They trotted along it and saw two tall wooden towers on one side, one on the other, with guards patrolling.

"If I find your hand in my pocket, I will cut it off." threatened one of the guards. Amdesa smirked.

"But he won't find it!" She whispered to Harry. Jogging past, he saw more wood and stone buildings ahead, with a horse and cart in front, and more horses in stalls.

"Need a ride?" asked the man in the cart.

"No thanks Sigaar, we have business in Riften." Amdesa replied. Sigaar shrugged, and looked curiously at Hermione, Ron and Harry as they walked past. A big wooden door was ahead, with walls stretching out to either side. They went through, and entered Riften.