"Not...not<em>well</em>. I've got a massive headache...probably from the poison. But my friends? Annette? Irma? Amereth?" She asked, seeming rather agitated. "I...Irma was yanked into the air by a net trap. Their crossbow bolts probably couldn't have penetrated her armor, really...not without a lucky shot. Then they shot at us...Amereth went down, I saw, and that's when Annette told me to run, and..."