<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5c/21/be/5c21be6895ad94d9489d97713cf26891.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Teni Dutsk</span><br/>Female Fighter 1<br/><hr/><br/>Teni frowns as voices echo through the miasma, head turning back and forth while her eyes narrow in concentration. The glowing hand suddenly lunging out at her draws a shriek even as she rears back before toppling over with a massive clatter. She lays there for a moment staring up at the rope before standing, chain rustling and shield clanking. With one hand on the rope she starts staggering the way it came from to eventually pass through the miasma and into the building. Sweat slick hair plastered to her pale face as her every breath trembles and shudders. It doesn't take long for the non-miasmatic air to recover her and she offers a small smile at Faybyn before excepting the swig of water. "Bad. That stuff... Drains you. Didn't take long before I couldn't even hold my sword steady." Even with her breathing calmer it's a strained smile she offers the others. "Don't want to do that again I can safely say." A glance up at the rope and she nods. "Good idea with the rope. Thank you."