[ A discharge of magical energy. That's something that Fern can understand, at least, and it allows her to think back to her own situation. She frowns and stares off, moving her gaze away from the strange figure for the first time since he stumbled out of that tent. ]

I'm... not sure. I was in a carriage, on the way to take on an important mission. My companions and I were on the verge of confronting the vampire lord "Strahd" who I mentioned.

[ She glances back, and while there's no expression to read on that faceplate, she doesn't sense that the living armor knows anything about Strahd despite her initial assumptions. How strange. ]

I think the carriage crashed, and then I was here. Strahd is a powerful magic user, so maybe it was something similar to what you experienced.

[ Some magical surge that flung them to this strange place. ]