<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)     <strong>HP:</strong> 11 of 11<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Giving up<br/>Spells expended: 1 of 5 1st-level, 2 of 6 Elemental Ray<br/></div></div><br/>"There are several doors out of this Path to the rest of the tower - all of them are above the pool which you can't get past, Aleria.  Likewise, there are surely magic items and other things up there, but you can't get to them.  And some reinforcements will try to enter the Tower from above, but we can't all get there.  So let's stop talking about anything above, please."  Bree's voice was clipped, and only her shock kept her from rising to open anger.<br/><br/>"That leaves exactly one door - the one back to the catacombs, and the Path.  If we hurry, and keep our eyes open, we can retrace our route.  The undead creatures appear to have returned to their crypts, from what Hunter and I saw.  And if we're wrong about that vision ... we'll only be dead, which isn't the worst possibility.  So let's go, now."  The half-elf paused, and softened.  "If you need a hand walking, Aleria, you can lean on me.  But waiting here is worse than useless."<br/><br/>