<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/e7cb5ded61a03196325d2fa64e2cfef9_zps76b34ee3.jpg)</div><br/><em>Naori glides down the stairway slowly, keeping her hands flexed gently to either side in order to ensure that no unfortunate sprawls would be forthcoming as she descended the stairs.  Her head was, in truth, still quite woozy from the injuries sustained while battling the demon, but the elfess had a long-standing belief that the surest way to overcome an injury was to convince all involved that you simply did not have one.  An ally could only carry one so far before the alliance began to feel like servitude.<br/><br/>Moving up, she stood next to Loki and glances down through the grate, frowning slightly as the Oracle began to betray their newly acquired mistress... or at the very least begin to research information which could only lead to an eventual betrayal.<br/><br/>"I am not sure about this captain..." <em>she says... with no real indication whether the honorific were offered in jest.</em> "Seems right like poking a hornet's nest... might it be wiser to get more than a single change of clothes before we give the most powerful thing we've ever seen a massive middle finger?"</em>