<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">AC 18   HP 61 of 83     Skirt &amp; outfit generally damaged, but armour intact.<br/>Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 4 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 22 common arrows (+36 more in pack), 15 silvered, 20 cold iron, 3 Tangleshot, 1 Flare (for extraction)<br/></div></div><br/>There was - perhaps - one good thing about the iron maiden's persistence.  Maybe it would not return to the shop they had first found it ... so if Rayne succeeded in resuscitating her two party members, maybe they could still get that rather important crafting station.  On the other hand... she was now in pitch darkness, still reasonably sure she could find her way back to the others, but not without risk.  And she didn't like having to feel her way through the unfriendly streets.  Despite the risk of the golem, she reasoned that she could hear it, or if necessary, outrun it again... yes, back to the others as soon as possible, back the comfort of the somewhat dim fringes of the torchlight, that was best.<br/><br/>She jerked a little at the sound of the zombie - not right nearby, but in the blackness it was far more terrifying than such a simple monster had any business being.  She shuddered at the thought of bumping into one of those, literally, in the black.  Yes... she needed light.  But first, she moved away from the moan, just to be on the safe side... she counted twenty careful paces, then pulled out an arrow, and cast light onto it.  That would be something easy to toss away - or even toss forward, to investigate a possible route.<br/><br/>Then, holding her bow in left hand and glowing arrow in her right, she began picking her way back towards where she thought the others should be.<br/><br/>