Alina stretched her body as she felt completely rested. She tried to remember how she got there and then vaguely recalled what had happened earlier that night. The tavern. The wine. The stories about the haunted dungeon. And then... the dice roll? Was that how she ended up in this bed? If this was the worst the dungeon could throw at her, she really had to wonder what the fuss was all about. She let her boots slide out of the bed and then noticed her weapon was missing. She swore in her native tongue. At least they had been smart enough to disarm her.<br/><br/>Her boots made a pleasant tapping sound on the white marble floors and she slowly made her way to the balcony. Only to find a blue sky on the other side. How as this possible? If she was still within the dungeon, she should be underground. So either someone carried her topside, or this was all some grand illusion... "Come out come out, wherever you are!" She called eyed, and she couldn't hold back a giggle even though she was no longer drunk.