As soon as the warlock opened Sirka's cage, she raced out and began to frantically pace back and forth in the room.<b>"W-we... We need to get out. We need to get away."</b>She mumbled, mostly to herself. She felt it crawling across her skin like water, whatever that immense storm of dark energy was, it was here and they were right in the middle of it. The loud thunderclap earlier wasn't spelling out anything good either, and Sirka was in no hurry to go see what that was all about. She kept pacing back and forth, her tail curling up between her legs, until she suddenly stopped and turned towards Vhaern and Tyoro, blinking slowly almost as if noticing the two for the first time.<br/><br/><b>"Vhaern! Are you okay?"</b>She asked, as she rushed over to him. For the first time since they started traveling together, or even the first time in her life, Sirka felt absolutely terrified.<b>"We need to go, we need to go, we need to go..."</b>She chanted silently as she lay her head in his shoulder, her warm body warming his. Her entire body seemed to tremble as she held onto him. Maybe she should just blow a hole in the hull of the ship and jump out, ignore whatever it was that was happening on deck and try to swim to safety.<br/><br/>Tyora seemed to be handling things better, though that was probably because she couldnt sense the oppressive force as well as Sirka or her pet snake could. Sirka nodded and followed Tyora, supporting Vhaern is he needed it, as they made their way out of the room that had been their home for the past few days. Sirka was startled as a bloodied body greeted her on the way up, it seemed like Tyora had taken care of this one. Below decks? Wasnt that where the pirates kept Vhaern's weapons? She looked at the man with pleading eyes.<b>"Please, we have to go... I.. I can help you craft new ones. Better ones, yes! But please, dont make me stay here any longer!"</b>She begged of him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>