That was enough to finally bring the woman to unconsciousness, her tenacious body finally yielding to the blows inflicted upon it as she slumped over. As she lay there, he didn't see any evidence of missing items... and the whole scene may not have looked so innocent for him if any of the other villagers came upon it. The elf got up and departed from the ruined building.<br/><br/>No sooner had he left the threshold of the room when he heard the sharp crack of a bull whip. "That's right, asshole!" He heard Liah cry.<br/><br/>A native ran out from a building with a deep lash across his chest. It was the other tribal that they first encountered at the waterfall. Liah herself chased after him, whip in hand and her normal pair of trousers in the other. "It's called 'Locate Object' yah' fucking savage!"<br/><br/>She threw her arm forward and the whip snapped against the ground, narrowly missing the man before he whirled around looked around at the crowd of natives gathering around in confusion and alarm... It wasn't obvious who they would side with, but the way they drew their hands to their weapons was a reason to be concerned.<br/><br/>The elder made his way out of the central building with some assistance from none other than Xeola... both expressing sincere confusion and concern. Liah lifted her trousers up and fingered through the pockets with her other hand (clenching the whip in her spare fingers) before she found the ring. "Got it!" She cried out with a smile.