[@Ninian] [b]"She is alive. She is [i]alive[/i], damn you!"[/b] Droplets of tears ran down the well-built Ronso's face; none could utter a single word of reassurance. Each one of them deep down wanted to believe the same, but seeing the endless abyss with their own eyes was proof enough to assume anyone who even made it to the bottom in one piece would've met their demise. [b]"Forgive me for interrupting, but our scouts have apprehended an intruder."[/b], a sudden voice broke the grieving silence. What followed was definitely not an interruption the Scions welcomed, especially at the current atmosphere. The Warrior of Light barely spared the Ascian a glance, merely giving a small sigh in response at his ever sarcastic behavior. [color=f0e860]"So—what trouble have you gotten yourselves into this time?"[/color] People present at the venue all turned to face the Miqo'te, Lumina, for an explanation of the situation. While it didn't feel it to be a necessity to inform the immortal being of their every move, the dancer obliged to answer his inquiry. Retelling the events from the time after he 'conveniently' vanished in front of The Night's Blessed, to their current predicament had taken some time but finally, she ended with, [color=c11b17]"Y'shtola, she... She entrusted me the antidote to save her comrades but... I could've reached for her, had I reacted sooner..."[/color] Clenching her fist in utter regret, the Warrior of Light fell silent once more with her gaze upon the bottle of antidote in her hand. Though anyone who fell into the pit would definitely face death, there was something about the sudden gust of wind that bothered her...