The rainfall continues, shouts and yells coming from the drow as they run inwards.  After all, rain doesn't come here, this must be some kind of a cruel spell done by their enemies.  It will only be later that they come to appreciate the beauty that is being created, bursting from rooftops and walls, growing from the ground, forming fountains of cascading plantlife.<br/><br/>Yula runs through the dispersing crowd, passing by some people finding some joy in it, laughing as flowers bloom on their clothing, cupping their hands to catch water that forms into floating lily pads.  There is some joy she leaves in this place, it seems.<br/><br/>That voice in her head left a sort of hole, the awareness of it now seeming to give an odd echo, an awakening of a space that she wasn't previously aware of.  Her blade echoes this silence, like a tiny inaudible growl of like-to-like.<br/><br/>Soon Yula has run past the market, into the guardhouse by the Sunken Tower.  The guards immediately there have stepped inside, swords out and raised for intruders, but clearly the shouting, screaming woman covering her hair is regarded as safe.  "Get on in," one of them shouts, a drow man with a furrowed brow.  "There's another couple of us stationed two floors up, go to them.  We need this area clear for whatever made this mess."  He watches the grass growing in the stone outside of the overhang with suspicion on his face.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://geekfightclub.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/PZOPDFAAWROTDUEME.jpg)</div><br/>Up the stairs Yula goes to find Cheszeth and Divdor pacing with a small boat tucked underneath a table.  It has the look of a canoe, probably sized best for two people, with two oars tucked into it.  It is made from the same blue wood the drow use, which appears to be rather lightweight.  Fortunate given they'll have to haul the thing up so many flights of stairs.<br/><br/>Cheszeth stands up with a surprised look on her face and then nods at Yula, "Ready to go?"  She grabs onto the canoe as Divdor grabs the other end and then looks to Yula to lead on, their hands are full after all.  Then her eyebrow raises and she lets out a little chuckle, "Had some fun before you left too, I see," referring to the semen dripping wetly with the rain down Yula's cheek.