“[i]That’s[/i] not ominous at all,” Faira muttered to Marianne’s words.
	She hesitated a moment as the others followed Marianne’s directions, before, not wanting to be left behind, offering her hand awkwardly to Little Ann and following. After a short while surprisingly free of any obvious obstacles, they arrived at a large door.
	Faira inhaled as a flicker of hope that, for once since waking up, something had gone right and they would soon return to the outside world. Alas, even that small ember was brutally extinguished as the young girl declared the door locked from the outside. 
	 “‘Interesting?!” Faira growled at the girl’s choice of words as Conna’Cel went to the door, her free hand clenching into a fist as a quick spark formed in the air near her hand. “Try [i]cruel.[/i]”
	She looked to Conna’Cel as he spoke. “Figures,” she said with a sigh once he finished, releasing Little Ann’s hand.
	She moved to step toward the door as if another person looking it over would change what they saw, but Adrian beat her to it. She watched him hopefully, taking a step back as he placed his sword harmlessly against it in case the door decided to retaliate.
	“What?” She looked to him, surprised, as he stated his possible need for her help, fire forming between his hands. “Yeah, sure. What do you need me to do?” She stepped cautiously forward as his flames intensified.
	“Hold on! What if it catches more than just—” Before she could finish, Adrian released the fury of his golden flames on the door.