Elta starts to pace the dark room. She hated the dark. Loathed it even.  It wasn't just the whole....minion of the sungod thing, she just felt weakened in the dark.  Due to her size she was about as graceful as a bull , and enemies that approached in the dark were often harder to deal with then those in the light of day. She swears under her breath,<span style="color: Orange"><b>"Stupid...stupid...stupid.." </b></span>and starts to pace the room, looking for another door or ..anything for that matter.<br/><br/>She wishes she had her armor...then at least she'd feel safe. This flimsy robe would do nothing, and she'd be dead. Whatever beasties may have been down there..she sure hoped they were undead...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>