<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Yulafractae.jpg)</div><br/>"Nothing nearby...Damned brute." She curses simply, going for her other option. She focuses on the artifact, trying to release some moderate amount of the immense magic it contains without being overwhelmed herself.  Nothing seems to happen, until she feels it.<em>Moisture.</em>Her eyes travel to the orb, only then noticing waterdrops forming on its outside, mirroring the verdant energies even she can feel within the sphere. She follows them as they drop, almost entranced as the immediate area blooms into life, a strange blue grass responding to the magical water at once.  It didn't stop there, however. No, soon enough, a mist rises through the area, forming dark clouds that rapidly spread, grabbing the attention of the drow. Before she knows it, it's raining in the underground area, plants of blues, purples, pinks, and more bursting into life in the desolate area.<br/><br/>The beauty of the situation was stopped for a moment, as an odd tickling voice speaks into her mind, a husky, feminine voice that seems to grow strong as it fades.<br/><br/>"Grow there...?" She asks the mysterious voice, peering at her rapier for a moment before dismissing it. "Time to get out of here." She says simply, preparing herself. She'd play the part of the coward, just like these mystified drow were. Just like that, she ran from the alley and into the rain, covering the orb with both hands, and pressing those to her head as though she was protecting her hair from the rain, even letting out some false screams and grunts as she hauled ass to the Sunken Tower, praying that her boat was there. And if it wasn't, well, she'd find a way.