<div align="center">Lyshaelyn Shoritor (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=796128)</div><br/>Lyshaelyn had an arrow nocked a moment after the first crack and swiveled in place a full revolution, sweeping the surrounding area for hidden enemies among the trees. Only when she was satisfied that it was indeed clear and the "accident" did not signal the start of a larger ambush did she turn her attention to the hole in the ground.<br/><br/>As the sunrod tumbled down into the depths, the elf stepped up to the lip of the hole, her bow still drawn taut, ready to put an arrow into anything that the light illuminated that wasn't Aster. Wordlessly she nodded to Clair and shrugged her shoulder, dipping slightly down towards the hole, meaning that she had her covered if she was going down there, if she could interpret that much meaning from a single gesture.