Kara managed to bolt upright, jump out of bed, step on a fallen jar, trip and end up on her ass on the stone floor in one smooth motion. In different circumstances, she would have liked to have stayed there for a moment and have a good grumble about the evils of rounded jars. Seriously, whos idea was that? But the shaking, general chaos, and noise coming from outside propelled her back to her feet, and she walked across her little house, too small and sturdy to be taken down by the shaking, and poked her head out the single window to take a look around. Seeing the general state of the city, and personally witnessing the fall of some shiney new manor a ways off, she immediately went back inside to get dressed knowing full well that people would need her help. It was a simple home, pretty much a kitchen/hearth, table, bed, and shelf full of jars, All together it was probably about the same size as her childhood<em>bedroom</em>. it wasnt much, but it was hers and she was quite proud of it. She opened the trunk at the foot of her bed, and pulled out her silk robes, throwing them on quickly; followed by the rest of her usual attire; pouches full of spell components mostly, and after a moments thought, picked up a spear she had leaning against the corner. Normally she didnt carry it around... honestly she barely knew how to use the thing other than the obvious, since the people looked out for her she felt no need (The last person to attack her had been lynched by a mob of angry poor, not that she knew that.), but with the city how it was, she couldnt rely on the rule of law or decency. So armed, she prepared to head out and do some healing.<br/><br/>But... the dream kept coming back to her... somehow urgent, she couldnt shake the feeling that this was her one chance to have a real adventure. Half remembered though it was, wasnt receiving visions how half these stories started? Her eyes strayed to the pack in the corner, a pet project of hers, shed been putting together supplies for a adventure for a while, but shed never used any of it. Torn between duty and destiny, she hesitated for a long moment, then made a frustrated sound, grabbed the pack, and headed towards the Yawning Portal