A quiet and somewhat-pained string of Dwarven curse-words sounded from a pile of rock and dirt, as Lissa Oddworthy crawled her way back to consciousness . . and out of said rubble. She blinked rapidly, looking about for a few moments before processing that she was either blind, or in pitch blackness. Squinting into the darkness she began to pat herself down, eventually flopping over onto her back and shaking a plume of dust off of herself. At the sound of a female voice she blinked in surprise, before turning towards where she thought it came from.<br/><br/><strong>"Hol' up there."</strong>She grunted, fumbling about.<strong> "Watch your eyes now."<br/></strong><br/>Pulling a slim stick from her belt she gave it a quick thwap on the ground, and with a quiet snap a small halo of light bloomed around her position. The easy-to-make mistake of her being a child was rectified rather quickly, as she dragged herself to her feet and held up the glowing Sunrod above her head. Lissa was a halfling, and an admittedly tall one standing at just a bit above three feet tall, dressed in dusty and dirty leather armor and a cloak and weighed down with a plentiful amount of gear. Taking in a steeling breath, she blinked at the green-tinted woman.<br/><br/><strong>"'Lo there, tall-y. Anybody get the the name of that . ." </strong>She glanced around at this point.<strong>". . . Avalanche?"</strong>She winced, rubbing at her temple.<strong>"Fuck, where the hell ARE we? I was . . ."</strong>Lissa squinted again, trying to piece together foggy memories. Her hand strayed up to a little iron butterfly hanging around her neck as she thought.