Floor length black dresses were not designed with combat in mind, much less leaping from pillars. Aryn had made the jump but landed atop her own dress. Her momentum carried her right of the edge. Aryn lay on the ground, luxuriating in the dull ache running up and down her spine. The cool marble floor felt fantastic against her back. Besides, she didn't need to stand to cast her magic.<br/>Whoever had packed her belt knew what they were doing. In the right hand pouch she found a bag and a small candle, ready for use. But what to call forth? A wolf might do well here.<br/>Focusing on the bag and candle, Aryn began to call forth a fiendish wolf from the ether.