<strong>Eva Sanas</strong><br/><br/>I glance around in growing panic, and then look up at the ceiling.  I focus my mind on it, hoping that this wouldn't bring the entire thing down on my head.  I touch fingers to the gem over my forehead, and try to focus on the ceiling.  I try to transmute it to mud, since this place had turned the floor to quicksand on me earlier.  If I works, I try to get my hands around the chest and take it upward.