"Wait!"<br/><br/>Albali's voice rings loud through the room. "She's an illusion." She had to be - nobody just shrugged off a spell of hers like that, not without least some effort. "Ain." The bird understood what he wanted when she pointed at the pit, flying toward it (cautiously, already flinching) to see if he would in fact penetrate between the depth of the floor. Still holding her crossbow now, she glanced back over her shoulder. "Not like what? What do you know?"