As others began making their way through the far door, Nymona pulled her head back out of the window and went to follow them. She still didn't know or trust these people, but at the same time they were in the same situation as her. At least for the moment, they shared a desire to escape this strange place. This impossibly huge ruin of vines and stone.

Crossing the length of the bridge, she began to slip through the door when she heard it; footsteps. Footsteps that sounded [i]heavy[/i]. They clanked and clattered and echoed. They weren't the footsteps of any of the other robed people she found herself with. These were new. New meant dangerous.

Backing out onto the bridge once more, she began to mutter to herself. "Someone there, there's someone there. Someone coming, someone there." She was on the verge of climbing out the window when a thought struck her. [i]The green guardian sounded heavy.[/i] Death had proven temporary in that other world, and if she was here, perhaps he was as well. She did not know him, nor him her, but he had saved her life nonetheless. With deep breaths to steel herself, she made her way into the grand hall, baffled by the maze of stairs and walkways.