Wizards and witches weren't famed for their athleticism, and Faeryma was no exception. She wasn't especially out of shape but her muscles weren't well defined and she did have a few flabby spots that she wanted to tone up but could never quite find the time and effort to. So it was very nice for the magic to give her the result of a workout with none of the pain. If only she had her spellbook with her, then perhaps she could have tried to copy some of this magic and market it once she escaped from this place...<br/><br/>"Thank you!" She called out into the air. It was a little silly to speak like this to nobody, she knew, but being polite never hurt, just in case. Faeryma stepped onto the next row, onto the white tile on the right diagonal in front of her, reasoning that white seemed to be the safe color here.<br/><br/>1d10 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42873)<br/><br/>(gulp)