The redhead, only semiconscious, was vaguely aware of various people chattering about her. Rude, rude, vile people who insisted on stabbing her in her throbbing brain with their wicked, evil words. Evil and vile shared the same letters. Wasn't that interesting? She was gradually building up enough hung over rage to scream at the cretins who's voices were keeping her from the gentle comfort of oblivion when an enormous, thundering boom went through her entire body, causing her bloodshot eyes to spring open.<br/><br/>"Oh gods...." Feeling her gorge rising, Peony spoke a word of ancient power, her body dissolving into silvery mist only to reform in a corner where she bent forward and became violently, aggressively sick.  Her back heaved, as did the contents of her stomach. After, she rose, wiping her lips with the back of her arm. Turning about, she saw those gathered, but didn't understand what she saw. "What in the seven hells?" Her voice was harsh and gravelly from her recent sick.<br/><br/>"I hope one of you knows what's going on here." Steps unsteady, she walked forward, looking for ways to release the others. A key, a lever, some pin she could pull to release the chains. Her gear might be handy, as a quick patting of hands down her lean frame didn't find anything.