In Dea's mind there was a crossroad. She had no problem overcoming the fast changing situation. It was a part of the job description for her. Her first instinct was to run and hide. That would be no problem in the outback of mass hysteria consuming the crowd.  But then, deep in her hart she felt sorry for the innocent people. Dea sow the priestess about sixty feet from her. She was going street to the green cloud. Dea was no magician an in her life she had very few encounters with them but even so it was absolutely clear that the cloud was magical and that it was responsible for the fresh new makeovers around. Dea sighed with ennui. Why was she sow softhearted?! She new she would probably regret this but she had made her mind. With a swift movement she took out her bow and in less than a second one arrow was ready to be fired. Dea was running boards the priestess. She had no intention of going into the cloud but she figured the woman might need help.