Sonya shrugged, sprinting to the ledge and pulling herself, and then the elf, up. She watched the Etori'ka feast, her own stomach turning more than a little at the sounds. Shaking her head to clear her mind of the scene below, she turned to the Elf, "Everything any of you do seems weird to me. I'm one hundred and sixty three, I grew up before the sands, these cities used to be filled with people. Strange doesn't begin to cover my feelings on the world now."

Shrugging, Sonya looked around at the walls, they were definitely different than her own home city, and the architecture clearly marked it as a port city. There was no mistaking it.

"Personally, I feel exposed in the open air." She commented, pulling the arrows she had collected out and cleaning them off with a rag, "I like having a place to shelter in case something like a hungry Etori'ka comes along and starts eating everything that moves around." Looking down, she observed that that was exactly what was taking place.

She stuck her tongue out at the scene, turning away. "So tell me, how did you get stuck in that cage?"