When is a House not a House

Rachel rested in a strange meditative state. Her eyes had remained open and fixed on a distant point. Her soul well churned and drew in magics first from the continent then it began reaching further and pulling from the realm itself. As magics entered her soul well it was filtered and taken through a process where she was given magic, knowledge, random data, and elements that strengthened her being.

In this random realm data she was given information about something interesting within the abyss. As her subconscious deciphered it she understood this was the area she had tagged before. She was intrigued and itching to do something that had less to the with the realm and a lot to do with her.