The mist would part, slightly, and her hand would seem to disappear into it, though she could still feel it, which meant that it hadn't been destroyed, or anything. Stepping through, she'd find herself in, well, a vault.<br/><br/>Here was the glittering mounds of gold and treasure, that such a name would imply. Piles of coins that would make a dragon envious, works of art, racks of exotic, fanciful, and beautiful clothing, shelves of weapons and armor, and much, much more.<br/><br/>Alabaster followed her a moment later, stunned speechless by the sheer volume of wealth contained here.