Mirnea next to Inyrra kept close but was surveying the changing landscape around her. The darkly dressed elf was now near the Priestess who was drawing incessantly on the ground and quickly. The plague of insects still bothered the those forward of the Priestess except for the barbarian who was severely beating down on her ex-captors. Noticing the still floating key, probably by the Elf that had now retreated and the Tief-ling otherwise distracted, she took the key from the air, inserted it into the lock and attempted to release her comrade-in-bonds, forgoing the desire to let loose of her blood to destroy her foes utterly.... for now.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Near<b><i>the Stairwell</i></b><br/><br/>Allura busied herself completely focused on creating her symbol in the ways that her Priesthood taught her when Aya came tumbling through her area of creation. "<span style="color: purple">Please, be careful.</span>" She said calmly as she was still entirely focused on her act of creation. She only had moments of time now and she had to finish before any more of these evil-doers arrive.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>