[center][h3][color=fff79a]Lyla Warren[/color][/h3][/center]

To distract herself from the commotion in the center of the room, Lyla focused on the hyena in front of her and the path that would lead them all away from the frightening dragons. Besides, her head was already starting to ache. Hopefully the tunnel would be relatively dark and offer her eyes some rest for a few moments. Ahead of her, Laurel addressed Güzel and someone evidently named Felix. She did not stop, however, and moments later she heard the relatively heavy footfalls of the other person heading in the opposite direction.

At the edge of the trapdoor leading down into the tunnel and escape, Lyla shifted nervously. By then, things had quieted down considerably and she could hear well enough to remember that she wasn't just a normal girl. She started to hum a melody, listening close for the qualities of sound that would denote an echo rather than her original voice. In this way she was able to find the ladder easily and move down it without any issue. As soon as her head was below floor level, her song made it so that she was able to 'see' nearly the entire length of the tunnel, including the door that had been left open at the other end.

Despite the stressful situation they had just left behind Lyla smiled over at Laurel, who was now much easier for her to locate. Ending her humming for the moment, she spoke up. [color=fff79a]"Glad we got out of there. I hope nobody was really hurt. Let's go see what happened to the others. This was supposed to be fun, and we should try to salvage it if we can. No way I'm sleeping tonight after all that anyway."[/color]

[hr]

[center][color=silver][h3]Morgan Selwyn[/h3][/color][/center]

Morgan followed Niall into the elevator, and spent his time staring into space and wondering if he should have stayed behind. The staff had likely intervened by now, but since he was here and not there he would not know until later how bad things had truly gotten. Thinking on this only made him dread returning to him room later even more, and he was glad to have the opportunity to hide out among the others for the next while.

Hands in his pockets, Morgan stayed a little behind the others as Niall led them to his room. Joar had split off from the group after the elevator ride, already shifting back in preparation to dress himself and rejoin them. Everyone else continued on to the well appointed room that belonged to the Lycan and his roommate. Overall, it was a much more comfortable space for the Warlock than the ballroom had been.

At the mention of getting drinks, Morgan retrieved a cup for himself from the described cabinet. For at least a solid minute, he looked at the various bottles. Having only had alcohol previously in the form of the occasional glass of ceremonial wine, he didn't really know what he was looking at. In the end, he decided to go for a simple glass of water. It was the easiest option available, and wouldn't give him a headache in the morning.