With a crash her target disappeared.<span style="font-style: italic">Gone? Where... NO!</span>Mirdae about launched herself from the tree, but caught herself, how would she get past the half-orc and the human child? "damn." She muttered. She slid down the back of the tree, Rounding a bush, she headed to the group. With a soft touch, the camouflaged colorings of her dark cloak swirled and vanished, and she pushed the hood back.<br/><br/>"What happened!?" She called as she entered the clearing, her head suddenly feeling heavy.<span style="font-style: italic">Magic?</span>She mustered a spell... too hard to concentrate. "I... I heard a crash." She blinked heavily, as if to remove the drowsiness from her eyes themselves. "IS everyone... every.... What is this!?" She called, it hit her so hard, She looked to the group, also intoxicated, and then to the hole in the floor of the forest. There. That's where she went. Go. "I need to.... We need to help..." She hesitated. But moved toward the hole, slowly at first, unsure of how well she could keep her footing. She looked down the hole, rubble, "We need to move it... or find a way down. We need to.... to get away... This is bad magic. I can't... can't think right." She rubbed at her eye, stumbling back, nearly falling over, her stomach lurched, and her head swam.