Before Lana heard an answer from Doorian, several more figures appeared inside the darkroom. She counted five, including herself, which was odd. When she woke moments ago, there were only three--she swore.

Was her brain becoming that addled with age? However, she wasn't that old for a human. 

And then one of the people slashed at the door with a sword. A fucking sword. She wanted that katana. As of now, she had no dagger at her ankle, but she did have her secret weapon still. But a katana, hell, a katana would be lovely to have right now.

The other two people made themselves known, although one was certainly not human. The other had a wand and waved it about as though they could do magic. 

Lana began to massage her temples as she listened to the person wielding the katana speak, music play from seemingly nowhere, fireworks display, and the person who explained to Doorian the damn door was in heat.

And that's when she knew she was high as a kite. 

Yup.

High.

[color=f7941d][b]Lana turned and took a step away from the craziness and to go on a quest for water. Maybe to drown in.[/b][/color]