The man roars, and lunges forward in defiance of your spell... but the bolt of corrosive liquid flies true, and the man's defiant roar quickly turns to a pained, silent gurgle. One good thrust deserves another, after all... but your strike isn't deflected by any sort of armor. And a moment later, the nobleman collapses to the floor, burying the portable hole beneath his frame.<br/><br/>A few weary shoves and tugs later, you are able to push the corpse from its perch across the magical contraption, and pull the corner back to "unseal" the little pocket dimension inside. At the bottom, Sharille still lies motionless... but as you watch, the slightly blue tinge in her lips starts to fade as fresh air rushes to fill the pit, and a moment later she opens her eyes.<br/><br/>"Guh... w-where am I?" She asks, not bothering to look up... just around herself at the pitch-black walls of her "prison."