The largest dragon has left the temple with a few sweeps of his wings, leaving everybody in a heap of dust. The wind he had created with his wings had flown up and onto all our cloaks and heads. As many coughed and tried to sweep down the dust from their clothes, the whole temple was rather 'foggy', making it hard to see one another. The frenzy Elisa had been in a few moment ago had echoed away making her calm down again. Suddenly, she noticed the struggle had loosened up the rope just slightly, enough for her hands to slip out. This was probably the first time her dusty clothes did not matter to her. Quickly whilst holding her breath, she lowered herself in between the crowd. A small put pointy knife was quickly stolen from a young hunter to her left, and a dusty cloak that had been throw to the ground also seemed handy. 

Disquised in the menly outfit Elisa made it out safely. Although she had met up with several orks on the way out, and one of them has threatened her slightly. A cut across her left cheek was all she had gotten out of it, but that was nothing compared to her near-death expierience. 

The evening sun lowered in between the trees just outside the cave. A ray of sun blinded her for a moment, but Elisa just closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth. "Ahh.. Freedom.." But little did she know..