Brown hair plastered to her face, a tall, slender woman dashes through the storm, the flashes of lightning illuminating her path as she heads in the direction of Hightower Tor.<em>Blast, blast it all to Hades, to the ninth circle itself! How did I manage to stay out this late and get caught in this?!</em><br/><br/>Her self-recriminations almost cause her not to notice the figure already there, hidden behind the broken stone seal, but at the last moment she senses that something is not<em>quite</em>right about the situation. However she decides that in this storm, there is more risk of being struck by lightning than encountering a bandit - and, not slowing down at all, she dashes into the tomb, holding her breath and fully expecting to be hit by something.