The burns in reality sizzle and burst, flickering lightning bolts of air-rending magic, gone as quickly as they appear.  They sizzle over the walls, creating rents and cracks, some into blackness, others into bright light.  A sizzling burst lets through a brief spattering of rain, another unfortunately placed one slices through some unknown being in some different place and blood spatters a wall.  The dragon-beast sits back for just a moment, prideful and knowing as Phelypsis shouts to him.  "Come back down here, little one, and I will gladly allow you into my cage.  Indeed, it may provide a hint of safety from the collapse."<br/><br/>A wicked, horrible smile coming across the dragon-beast's face sizzles with arcane energy and dagger-sized teeth.  Perhaps it would be best to not make deals with dragons.<br/><br/>Phelypsis catches sight of an open portal, one large enough for the three of them to enter into.  She charges, her legs pumping as Sydney and Nuria bounce along in the barbarian's grasp.  Through the portal she sees a way out, a warm hearth in what appears to be a dusty old tavern.  A kindly voice can be heard faintly over the crashing of rock asking, "Now, what business is this?"  A ruffled old dwarf's head peeks through the portal as though through a window, her eyes widen, and she quickly stumbles backward to leave space for the Delvers.<br/><br/>Mere seconds away, the ceiling caves, an enormous slab of rock crashing downward, half in the portal and half out.  A shout of surprise comes with the crash and as the dust clears and Phelypsis jumps over the bisected rock on her side and comes next to the portal, all she can see is stone.  Inside the portal the rock has blocked off entrance.  The dwarf inside can be heard shouting, "Pickaxes!  Bring pickaxes!"<br/><br/>It may be too late for that, though.  A second glance at the ceiling and walls shows that they are crumbling faster now.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>