Lydia looked at the jolly old... drunk... druid skeptically, "You have got to be kidding me!" she said as she looked at the scroll and down at the ground far, far, far too far away for a scroll to do any good at all. "Ever heard of hazardous duty pay?" she asked, and hoped that the scroll worked. She took a deep breath, tightened the strap on her hat to keep her red locks from cutting her fine features and with a prayer uttered to the goddess of luck, jumped. At the last second, she realized that she couldn't remember that "injun's" name...<br/><br/>Well, it was too late now and Lydia was suddenly very concerned about the fact that the fall had the hem of her skirt flapping aginst her breasts and delicate parts of her anatomy getting more than a little windburn. She cursed that half orc gambler who had talked her into betting her undies on a sure thing that was far from it as the ground finally looked like it was drawing closer... much too quickly. With a resigned sigh, she let go of the skirt and took firm hold of the scroll and began to recite the words on it.... and not look down at the ground as the scroll went off with a flash.<br/><br/>Well, it<em>might</em>of slowed her down, but she still felt like she hit the snow drift a little too hard when she finally managed to struggle out of it wile her bare butt was exposed to the snow and enjoyment of who knew what. With a grumbled "Hah! Bumhug!" she stumbled about for a moment, had to straighten her blouse to get the girls back under cover... even the best protection spells didn't stop the nearly painfully hard nips, she had quickly realized, and looked around to figure out where she was.