"If this is true... this could mean one of two things... You're a creation of some sick twisted wizard thinking human-like golem travelers sent into a recently sieged village is great for kicks... or you, Ma'am, are a Planeswalker." said the man.
"Excuse me, a what?" Margo looked at him, a tad concerned by his odd wit.
"A planeswalker! … Are you telling me you don't know the power of them? The elite few, the travelers of the blind eternities?"
Margo gave a nod. The man sighed.
"Planeswalkers are wizards whom have ascended from mere mortal status, to a state of great power. They also attain the ability to travel from plane to plane."
"Dear Sova... A plane is a world in the multiverse."
"So... I'm not dead then? … and I can go home?!"
"well if you were dead you certainly wouldn't be here. Deter is FAR from paradise. By the way, Welcome to Deter. Sorry we didn't clean up from our previous guests. As for going home, I don't see why you couldn't." Margo stood ready to receive the information to get back.
"What?" he asks
"How do I get home?"
"... You've got to be kidding me. How would I know? I'm just a simple hunter. Angry to find the blasted minotaur ruined everything again."
"ugh... You wouldn't know where I could go to find out, do you?"
"Another planeswalker would know, but they aren't very common to just randomly find like you. Your next best chance is to head into Deter's capitol. Serivi. Home of the scholars, skeptics, prayers, and traitors."
"how do I-" before she could finish, the man threw his arm to the north east of the village.
"It'd be best if you found someone to guide you. With such a naive planeswalker roaming about alone, she would make for an easy target for the dark beings on Deter looking for that spark of energy that you all carry." Margo turned to look back at him with a sad puppy face.
"W-what?! Stop that! Can't you see I have... oh Sova... FINE! I'll go. No real reason to stay here anyway, all the women are to thick skinned, and the minotaur visit far to often..."