You're in a dusty attic

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust after the bright flash of magic. The first thing that comes into focus is your hand still in Siora's. There are no ropes around your wrists, the first confirmation that the spell was successful. You blink a couple times, trying to get your eyes focused on your surroundings.

It's immediately obvious that you are in a new environment. Instead of the crisp, clean night air you were used to, each breath has an old, stale scent to it. Pale moonlight filtered through treetops is replaced by sunlight filtering in through a dirty window. As more details come into focus, you notice instead of a distinct walls and ceiling, the room tapers to a point, making the length of the room a large triangle.

Siora sneezes, breaking the silence. "Well I'm glad that we didn't land in the middle of a busy town square at least," she jokes. The thought hadn't occured to you but now that she mentioned it you have to agree.

The room itself is mostly empty, with only a couple dusty old chests sitting in a corner. You are about to walk over to them and investigate when Siora pulls on your hand and stops you.