The half orc paused for a moment wearily watching Zerxel, likely the words of Mistress Ravensoul echoing in both of their ears.  Yet when Zerxel turned away from her, Yanna surged forwards.  Not towards Zerxel, but instead onto the sending platform.  Even as Zerxel released the bolt of lightning she saw the platform begin to glow.  It wasn't the strong glow that she'd experienced from the last sending, but something was happening.  Her bolt, while nothing that a true mage could summon, released and flew across the ten feet or so to strike the chest with a loud crackle that made her hair raise up for a split second.  She was well trained enough to know to close her eyes as she released the dazzling spell, but even through closed eyes she could see the needle thin bolt of electricity crackle instantly from her finger tip outwards.  When she opened her eyes again she saw the chest fractured, splintered, several pieces of broken wood laying about it.<br/><br/>She dashed for it as she heard a muttered curse from the sending platform behind her.  Apparently Yanna Bonebreak had no interest in fighting her and was focusing on the sending platform.  Even in the mid heeled boots, Zerxel's drow agility let her dash across the sandy surface with little difficulty and she approached the chest still somewhat wary of a trap.  Her fears were unfounded, this time at least, as she saw that her lightning bolt had struck the metal of the chest and broken it, revealing no trap or monsters inside.  Tossing back the broken lid she looked in and found a leather belt with a pouch, large enough to fit her fist into, though not much bigger.  Unfortunately the acrid smell rising from it told her that her lightning bolt had done more than just assure her safety.  Opening the pouch, she found her fears confirmed.  Inside had been three glass vials containing magical potions.  But two of them were cracked and the contents had leaked out.  The third seemed to be in tact, and the reddish fluid inside thrummed with a minor magical dweomer.<br/><br/>Her instinct told her that this was probably a healing potion, as red tended to be the color used by most potion crafters.  Though to be certain she would need to test it with either her magic or by tasting a drop.  Still one potion was better than nothing, in theory.  So she dumped the shattered glass and ruined potions from the pouch and took it, the belt, and the potion from the shattered chest.  Turning back to the center of the twenty by twenty space, she saw Yanna stepping on the platform in practiced order.  It appeared that sections of the platform were lighting up, and as they did she stepped on those sections.  The glow from the sending portal was now stronger than it had been earlier, leading Zerxel to think it was closer to activating, and sending Yanna into the dungeon.