The thrumming of the ring on Aeryn's palm is visible enough with attention drawn closer, the Delvers with more arcane tendencies even able to feel a bit of the energy coming off of it. It shivers as changes pass through the orcs in the room, buzzes as tempers flare. In Aeryn's hand it feels a bit heavier than it ought to be here, closer to it's brothers. The Delvers can quickly spot that the orcs are wearing similar rings or other devices with similar insignia.<br/><br/>When Elise prays, Lan'nerra answers, the warm, familiar feel of her around the cleric. Softly, a voice whispers next to her neck, gentle lips almost gracing her skin as Elise's eyes go once again to the elf held in the middle. "Free her," the voice seems to murmer, "Be her shield first. End this." A faint crown of silver appears in Elise's vision around the elf's head for a moment, then is gone. The feeling of Lan'nerra's presence fades back, sinking away, though not in the shut off way that it was before. More a friend withdrawing to let you shoot your shot.<br/><br/>As Valderina begins to step into the sack, it seems to widen before her, apparently making space as she moves inside. Once the ranger is in, darkness surrounds her, even without Krampus closing the bag, it is claustrophobic and tight. Various other objects in the sack seem to bump up and pile against her, and should Aeryn join in the two will be pressed about as tightly together as they can be.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, let's do this.<br/><br/>If you want to throw the sack up to the catwalk, it will probably take a Defy Danger, wanting to avoid it falling or being noticed!</strong>