[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color]  The Tower, Floor 3
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color]  Ancient cosmic powers of the BAD DICE ROLLS [/center]

	[color=bc8dbf][i]'Stars... dancing kittens...pretty...petty...it hurts.'[/i][/color] Satilla's head was currently filled with random gibberish of thoughts that were racing through her confused mind while she was still out of it. She didn't even register much as Thomas had pulled her skirt from her face. She probably would have been very embarrassed about the whole thing if she wasn't kind of out of it right now.

	With a groan she finally began to gather up her thoughts as everything was slowly slowing it's spining motion and the blurr was going out until she finally could understand the right directions and she could seen clearly as she very slowly pulled herself up from her position. Right now she regretted throwing her dagger... actually no she didn't regret even if it didn't hit anything. She regretted having missed, not the tumble. She groaned once more as she finally was up on her feet, leaning on the wall.

	Cursing under her breath she quickly moved upwards, heading to the top of hte stairs once more to see how it was going on there and if anyone needed her help. With a few shacky steps, her legs finally steeled up and she got to the top stairs, to see hte situation. It appears to have went quite well actually. She could see the dead critters.