“Come back here.” A shorter girl whispered to herself as she was wading through the lake. Several vials were floating in the water as the girl retrieved them one by one. These vials were her livelihood and she would be damned if she would lose them in a place where it would not be easy to acquire more. Upon reaching her the last one, she swam back to the shore, plopping down upon a fallen boulder to reorganize them into the various pockets, belts, and holsters that covered her person. She was not prepared to be dunked down several meters into the water, or else she would have made sure her wares were more tightly bundled. This girl was dressed in a wool shirt, a soft leather jacket covered in pockets, and thick woven pants also covered in pockets. She also had several belts, at least two around her waist, one coming around from shoulder around her torso, and a few strapped around her legs. These belts had pouches, pockets, and holsters. Her clothes clung to her body since they were still soaking wet. Her long amber hair was coarse, and tied into a braid, but several loose strands stuck to her face, getting into her green eyes. She moved them away as she tried to relax from swimming.

	Sighing, she took a look around the new place they had all been dumped. The lake looked to have been carved out with a giant spoon, the far wall collapsing into it. She leaned back and looked over her shoulder towards the polished wall and large door. That was likely her only way out. Kicking at the water, the girl turned attention to the elf dressed in green who exclaimed something in a foreign language. She recognized her because not only did she look like an elf, a species that was only speculated in legend from her world, but that she was able to control magic, another foreign concept only speculated from her world. Excitedly, she hopped from the rock and ran towards her. She tripped over some debris along the way, but she quickly recovered before she fell into the water.

	“Hey, you!” she shouted, still sprinting towards the elf, a few more seconds, she was standing over her. “Hey. How did you do that? That Magic thing I mean, with the walls, and the blasts. You know the ones. The ones like [i]pew pew[/i]. Are your ears real? I mean of course they are, but…” she caught herself.

	“I mean, my name is Amberelle, what is yours? Wait, do you know what I am saying?”  Amberelle took a small step back to give De’kae some room. In all the adrenaline from the battle, frantic retrieval of her vials, and spotting that elf-like persons do exist, she forgot the think about the potential language barrier. She could have sworn that she heard De’kae speak before, but was unsure for certain since the words she spoke just before were ones Amberelle never heard before. In fact, Amberelle was definitely not certain because during the entirety of the fight with the spider, Amberelle hid. Or rather, she looked for a way to escape, hiding behind other warriors, and avoiding the fight all together. Since the others were able to eventually dispatch the beast, she figured that she would be safe not having to participate herself. Now that the fighting was over, she felt it was safe to meander and explore.

	As for the other warriors, some recovered and were communicating among themselves, trying to figure out what had happened and where they were. Another exclaimed that the hanging fruits from the trees were delicious. So far, none of them had approached the door, but many of them knew that it was likely their only way out. Despite what any one person was doing, they were each curious to some degree about the others trapped with them. Such drastic changes in appearance and statue unlike what many might have seen, it brought more questions about what exactly was going on.