Marcia, clad in only a hastily-donned nightshirt, looks around at the chaos, anarchy and destruction with a stunned expression, nodding in agreement with Anilla. "Give thanks, indeed. What in the name of the gods has happened?"[/color] she asks...spotting the...sleepwalking? Possessed? girls. And sighing.<br/><br/>"And here I am, with no chance to put on armour..." she mutters, dropping her pack and armour, and taking a tighter grip on her sword.