Nala abandons her torch, the thing running out of fuel anyways, as she puts away her warhammer for the glaive she has kept on her back for some time now. Its a far more defensive weapon for keeping away the unworthy, and she feels like she can use it to her full potential at this rate. She's ready for battle, but when that door opens... she is not ready for what sits before her. "I am going to step on every single metal object on this floor if I start walking," Nala admits sheepishly. "I am a paladin... not an acrobat."