Helen was honestly not quite sure what she had gotten herself into, here were a few transformed around most of them clean apart from that poor man who had no eyes or ears, and with them all talking so fast she couldn’t really get a word in edgewise to ask a few questions of her own. Well, at least she was with some other people, safety in numbers, who might have some vague idea about what was going on. Pushing herself off of the stone floor she started to brush herself down all the while ignoring the corpses around her, although there were a lot less up here than down there.<br/><br/>After dealing with herself Helen turned back around to face those she was now with and caught sight of the girl who had carried her up here, she hadn’t yet thanked her, dressed in horrible mud caked clothing. Oh that would simply not do. Luckily Helen was certain she had seen her basket of washing somewhere…back down among the dead in the dark. Helen decided that maybe she would wait until morning before looking for the washing. Very soon more and more people began to show up, a few of them carrying weapons, and it was starting to get very crowded up here. Then someone literally appeared out of nowhere making Helen nearly jump out of her skin.<br/><br/>Then the girl began to cry, clamping herself to the very intimidating man with no eyes, probably scared by so many people and…various others around. Oh the poor thing.<br/><br/>“I think a place to rest would do us all some good.” Helen nodded in agreement. “It’s getting rather crowded up here and I’d rather like to talk about what happens next somewhere…more pleasant.”