Emmaline fell heavily onto her rump in the dust. She looked down at her tattered and soiled dress, a hundred marks worth of investment that wouldn't fetch a penny now. She let the pebble she had been holding drop to the ground, the golden light flickering and vanishing to reveal a perfectly normal rock. Fortunately the damage the dress had taken had protected her from the worst of the cuts and scrapes she otherwise would have acrued during their flight though the mine.

"I'll be fine," she said after a moment. The secondary exit appeared to be a shaft which had been sunk to clear a cave in. Several sheds had collapsed and weeds and thigh high stalks of grass poked through the compacted earth. There was an ancient wooden trough which must once have carried earth away from the mine site but it had collapsed with rot.

By now Otto would be back in town, perhaps organizing help to come to the mine, but just as likely cowering in his townhouse trying to figure out how Margueritte Von Vissenbach had perished in his company. Perhaps she might take advantage of that somehow in the future, but that was for later.

"Well Neil," Emmaline said after a moment, "Its a long walk back to Nuln, and I don't propose to be out here after dark with greenskins still abroad..."