Golsha gagged on the stench of rotting food as the illusion was dispelled, retching dryly in her mouth at the sudden change in the flavor of the air. The disgust she felt at the sight and smell of the decaying table was outstripped only by the skeletons whose appearance it heralded. Such abominations would never have come to pass if their remains had been given to be reclaimed by the earth, rather than locked away in this deathly box of stone, and their presence filled her with such rage that the wood beneath her grasp might have splintered right then were her staff not blessed as it was.<br/><br/>The unwelcome wash of divine magic from a foreign deity was nothing compared to the repulsion and abhorrence Golsha felt for these undead, and even the dwarf woman's ridiculous attempts to taunt the deaf with insults were muffled behind the sound of blood pumping in her ears. The quarters of the room were too confined with so many crammed into so little space to use her staff practically, but against such simple, if abominable foes she didn't need it. When one had the clearly not literal balls to take a swing at Teanna, Golsha's hand snapped forward like a snake, snatching the wretched thing's skull by the eye sockets, two fingers hooked in each. She could almost see surprise in the monster's impassive bone features as she slammed its skull against the wall once, twice, three times, and then it shattered, its body collapsing to an unlifeless heap once more.<br/><br/>This place would have to be ripped apart, stone by stone, its darkness exposed to the sun and the elements once it had been purged of the undead. The great roots of the trees would tear it brick from brick, reclaiming this ancient mistake as it should have been from the start, and Golsha would take great pleasure in strewing its stones across the landscape. It was something to look forward to once this was all over.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>