The transport was rather sudden, and for a few seconds after she was spit out, Wendy was occupied with getting her head straight.  Once the room stopped spinning, though, she took a look around and, after noticing she was now naked, started to panic a little.<br/><br/>This was a problem.  This was definitely a problem.  Her items!  Her beautiful, wonderful, valuable magic items!  The Handy Haversack and those useful healing wands had been expensive (and vital to her survival) enough to be worried about her loss, but the Fell Chasuble!  The gorgeous, hand-crafted, specially-enchanted Mithril Chainmail<del>Bikini</del>Armor!<strong>The Cloak of Charisma!</strong>She could already feel herself growing less attractive...<br/><br/>Closing her eyes and lowering her head, the halfling concentrated.  This couldn't be real, this couldn't be real, this couldn't be real...!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">((Switching the Luck bonus to a single save from the Dark One's Own Luck invocation from Fortitude to Will, then attempting to disbelieve the current situation.  If this actually is an illusion, my Will save is currently at +13.))</span>