Dannisus watched as the group slowly made their way towards the ruins, lagging only slightly behind his arrival. All seemed well. Well enough, anyways. They were just evicted from a city by an army of undead, [i]'the resurgence'[/i], and were stumbling towards the unknown without a single clue to keep them from taking a step towards their own deaths. He'd been struggling with his own actions profusely while watching the witch-like little girl. Even now, as he waited patiently for any opportunities that benefited his research [i]safely[/i], he'd second guessed his decision to even come [i]this far.[/i]

	[i]Wham.[/i]

	Oh dear. Corc had gone and busted his way into the ruins while Dannisus had he head turned. The Myti looked down, expecting to see an explosion of magic follow the orc's decision, but was surprised to see... Nothing. The foundation of his perch began to rumble with the ground, and he grasped the foothold with all four of his limbs tightly. What the hell just happened?