<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">Oh, bother,  what has come to happen. Is this thy will, oh lady of the woods, for having forsaken you?  I dread the thought, but it burdens me to this day. what has become of Gili I wonder, it seems that she isn't amongst us sorry folk here. The memories of the festivities that prologued this dire circumstance flood my consciousness as I grasp for a reason. Needless to say, I was grasping at straws, because it has left me bare of logic. I go to grab my instruments for some ritual of divination but I find that it has been taken away. I release a sigh filled with contempt. Something must have happened in between that talk with Gili and whatever this is. "Does anyone have a plan to leave?" I call out to those surrounding me, whom I hope are still alive or conscious. If my memory serves me correctly then I am amongst the same crowd of adventurers of the feast. That ought to sum up to something for an escape effort.  </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">action: speaking at a medium volume</span>