"Is everything OK, Hunter?  Nothing too... disturbing in your vision, I hope?"  Bremorel looked into their rogue's face, searching for any signs of trouble.  There was no time to waste, but if there was real risk in this pool, that might keep her from pushing too hard.<br/><br/>"Ashara, are you going to try?  And Aleria - I know you are reluctant but... I can't wait any longer.  Hunter - I think we should go ahead, and see if we can make it up to the topmost level before it's too late."  Bree was up and pacing, half-tempted to just charge through the doorway alone.  There'd been no choice but to sit through the vision, but now every delay was a betrayal of their cause, of their Paladin, and of Finna.  Finally her pacing took her to the door, and she pushed it open, to ascend to the third level of the Spire.