Elta glares at the elf , having scathing words lined up, but bites them back down. Now was not the time.<br/>When even -more- scathing words  are coming from Gajol,(while unintentional of course)  the clerics eye starts to twitch. The clerics size and strength was a matter of pride for Elta, and she didn't enjoy being thought of as weak.<b><span style="color: orange">" Who the blazes are you calling puny?"</span></b>She grumbles and cracks her knuckles.<span style="color: orange"><b>"If I had my armor ..." </b></span>she starts and then stops her self, pride getting the better of her.<span style="color: orange"><b>" You know..forget it."</b></span>She grabs the rope, and kicks the first door to her right open . She ducks her head in before jumping through the door, trying to get an idea of what shes' about to jump into.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>