Meryn started a bit when the man – Diego – was suddenly hovering directly over her, whispering in her ear. His words, an explanation of sorts, only brought more questions than answers. Who was the Alchemist? How did this man know her name or that she couldn't speak? What was this prophecy that rang in her ears, echoing with a clarity that made Meryn certain she'd be unable to forget it? And why couldn't she tell the others? But then the moment was gone, and the man had turned his attention to the chimney like she had, as though he'd never said a word. Meryn was frozen as she stared at him, as though she could read her answers in his face. 

But then the presence of another man pulled her from her thoughts. Meryn moved to look at him and help, only to see him staring at her with a too intense expression. He knew. Or at least, he knew that Diego had been whispering to her. A shiver ran down her spine under the weight of this man's gaze. Meryn, a proud little thing, couldn't help but raise a chin a bit, matching his stare before turning back to the chimney to help the others out. There was no time for this. She didn't know this Diego person or if he could be trusted. She didn't know [i]any[/i] of these people, or what was going on. All she had to focus on was getting to safety first. She could sort out the rest later.

As the uneven roof grew more and more crowded, Meryn looked to the crumbling ramp again. She told herself again that it was the only option, but panic crept up her throat. At least they knew what dangers lurked in the castle. Who knew what called the woods home? Gritting her teeth, Meryn crept around the other people, careful to keep her balance. The wall that would be their bridge to "safety" seemed… unsteady, to say the least. Meryn knew she was more than capable of crossing it, but still. It was a long way to the bottom. Giving a soft huff through her nose, she placed a foot on the first few bricks, testing them. They were steady enough. Then she kicked off and began her path to the ground.

Bent arms out to her sides for balance, she scurried, light footed and quick, down the ramp. Every now and then a loose brick would wobble or even fall away, but each time she simply hopped to another section of the ramp and continued on. Down, down, down until finally, her boots met grass. Meryn let out a sigh of relief. She turned back up to look at the others behind her. Hopefully they'd manage down just fine. She reached up a hand and waved a few times, hoping they'd take it as a signal to come down. Then she turned and moved to hurry into the woods.