<div class="floatright">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/2125/duskq.jpg)</div><br/>While the others debated, the young woman in soulsteel started to walk towards the tombs, choosing the violet one as her favorite color among the three shown.  Her oversized weapon twirled gently in her grip, the skulls featured on each of the faces of the weapon spinning slowly about.  If the dead were calling, she was willing to answer.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted back to the nearly dead woman for a moment.  As it was, the corpse-to-be had nothing to say, and if the others did manage to rescue her, she probably wouldn't want to talk to the Abyssal anyway.  If their aid failed, however, she could always go back later and see about making a new friend.