"GNOMES!" Despite the circumstances, it's a squeal of delight from Albali, like she's a child that's been let loose in the market with her birthday coppers and found the sweets stand. Her face brightens beneath her cowl, her eyes light up, and if it weren't for her century-long lesson in patience and proper comportiture she might have run forward from among her companions to pluck the little fruits that very moment.  She had to swallow the saliva pooling in her mouth.  She, too, would have someone to eat today, and none here, apparently, would look at her crosswise for it.<br/><br/>But the image of running forward into battle stuck in her mind, even if the urge to do so did not, so when she took in the wider scene and saw the giant naga - and when vague memories of the things Xarithe had said and done reformed as uncertain impressions in her mind, and in a flash she had an image of the hedonistic druid running forward to shove his body down another giant woman's throat - she realized someone should run into battle, if only to draw the enemy's attention. And who better than Turilia, the triggerhappy,<span style="font-style: italic">silent</span>warrior standing next to her?<br/><br/>Turilia pushed her way past the bull and the fairy as though they were armor-bearers no longer needed, rushing into the room with a berserker's snarl on her lips. With each step she grew until she was double her size, a fit match for the naga, and ready to engage her in battle. She shrugged off any attacks from the smaller creatures in her way, and focused on her obvious foe before pulling back a frost-tipped fist to land a crushing blow.<br/><br/>Albali could only hope that in the chaos of that first moment, no-body would notice that the image of Turilia made no sound as her steps crushed the floor beneath her.<br/><br/>[[using Silent Image, DC:16]]<br/><br/>Ain, meanwhile (and for once this week helpful without any grumbling (probably because there is nobody to grumble too)), flies a circle around the buildings, looking for other doors or portals through which he might spy on the remaining cultists. If he finds none, he'll return to the roof above the door through which Albali disappeared, ready to fly in if absolutely required.