With a final flick and frustrating smirk the enemy sorceress disappeared. Alice allowed herself a moments respite, the light she cast above the river extinguished itself as lowered her focus to the running water. [i]That could have been far worse,[/i] she reflected, [i]It's a shame the gods have too much sense of drama to let us never see the likes of that one again.[/i]

She plunged both of her hands into the water and let her mind go blank for a while. It had been quite a day so far, to say she needed a mental rest was an understatement. Alice closed her eyes and focused on nothing, allowing reality to seep back in at it's own pace. The rocks she supported herself on. The cold running over her forearms, the slow force of it. The sound of the running water. Finally the mish mash of river bed rocks and her two pale limbs stuck into it. The soft glow of the mushrooms.

She hauled herself upright, becoming aware of her comrades crowded around a captured dark elf. They'd captured a prisoner, that might help with the whole lost situation. 

Alice felt good. Her senses had returned to her. They were telling her she was tired and about ready to give up on this whole endeavour but she kept returning to the conclusion that things had just turned out well, despite adversity. Alice looked down at herself and took inventory. [i]Things might've gone better though[/i] she thought as she inspected her dilapidated clothing, the marshes battles and travel had taken it's toll. This wouldn't do her state of mind any good at all. She looked over at the party once more, deemed them in control of the situation and moved to a more concealed position to change into one of her spare dresses. 

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