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"Got it!" Move to E-2, use a Vulnerary

Well, that becomes a bit of a problem, doesn't it? She could try to use a glyph spell to widen the gap... it'd depend on just how sturdy the ground above her is. If she had the Earth glyph it'd be easier, but she didn't. As it was... she wasn't getting out... oh, that's a plan. she needed a wedge... So she backtracks, finding her way down to the room with the chest, and begins pushing it up ahead of her, down the path. She takes her time, not too worried about how long it'd take to get out, until eventually, the chest cannot fit further into the tunnel. Then, she lifts her hand again, drawing another Glyph in the air. "Me" Then, with the two Glyphs linked in front of her, she releases the spell. "ViMe - Wind Force" a powerful wind surges from her Glyphs, forward into the chest, forcing it further down the path, widening it for her. It'd be a tight squeeze, but in theory, this should help her get out. She'd repeat this process, likely several times, until eventually the chest either stopped moving, or she was able to escape from the hollow.

She blinks. A light orb? No, wrong shape, and it doesn't float. Some kind of... torch-crystal? Plastic, though. Huh. Interesting. She will have to investigate this later when she gets back to the hub. She crouches down, picking up the small tube, and striding bravely into the darkness... keeping her Glyph up, though, now mostly for convenience than light.

She nods, pausing a for a moment and tapping on her pad a couple times while she thinks before continuing to write.

Rivers is... Well, honestly, she should be horrified. Not, though. Curious, that. She scoops up what's in the box, slipping it into a bag at her waist, which... Huh. Doesn't fit. Usually putting things in there just makes them vanish until she needs them again. Welp! Guess she's carrying the tablet for now. Shame she can't turn that light back on, might have helped. Oh well, she can probably break it down for parts. She slips the tubes into the pouch, picking up the umbrella and balancing it on a shoulder, and turns to head down the hallway. At least she had a weapon, if a... rather bad one, likely.

Lena crouches down, lightly touching the creatures for a moment before looking up at the snake-woman, once again producing her notebook and beginning to write.

Yet more curious things. Well. Might as well make sure. Wait. Blast. No wire. Hm. It doesn't... look cursed, but who knows in a place like this. She approaches the chest, considering it for a few moments before reaching out to lift up the lid, hesitating just a moment, half-expecting it to attack her. After all, she didn't know the rules here, but maybe, just maybe, her stuff is in here.

This is... new. Darkness... all around. Underground. A dungeon? No, the feeling is wrong. No monsters. Her map... no map. No inventory indicators. Just... vision. She could feel them, though, vaguely. Items, gone. No adjustments for perception. Nothing... hm. Curiouser and curiouser. No light Glyph either. Hadn't been crafted. Will have to settle. Luckily, she remembers the sign quite clearly. "Vi" Her finger draws in the air as she speaks, and she feels the world resist her for just a moment, an unfamiliar sensation, but then it passes, the dim light of the Glyph springing up before her. It would do little, but it gave her something, at least, and she could hold the glyph for some time before she had to release it. In addition, it was likely to be useful later, and having it pre-invoked would make the act slightly faster.

Lena's expression mirrored Solomon's questions, though she didn't know quite enough to actually have a reason for wanting to know about these problems. She just wanted to know what they were, because problems could sometimes also be opportunities, or should be solved in as expedient a manner as possible in order to avoid them becoming bigger problems, and... what were those things, anyway? Then she gets her answers. Orkoid? Spores? Infestation? Glass... oh my. They sounded useful, but... that would require... hmm... She raises her hand, trying to get the woman's attention, before beginning to fervently write something down on her little notepad, eventually coming to the end of it and showing it to her.

Lena nods along at Solomon telling Spicy her name, smiling in affirmation that that was, in fact. her name. And then there's a voice behind her screaming about monsters. She turns, weight dropping a little, before realizing it's just the snake-lady from before with... statues? Were those Gi... no, too small. Also not quite ugly enough. Still *really* ugly though. She glances back at the two that she'd been with, making sure they're still both in their conversation, before turning fully to face the woman, edging closer, looking at the little statues, obviously wondering what they are, why she'd referred to them as 'monsters' instead of 'statues', and several other things.

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Move to E-5

Oh, good, they've moved on to more important things again. Lena smiles, taking a small step back while they have their conversation.

Lena nods, confirming that Spicy's statement is, in fact, true. There isn't any resentment in it, no opinion at all, really. It just was. That was what she did. She was a weapon, no more, no less. It was as much what she was as being a goddess is what Spicy was. She still stays mostly in the background, letting them have their talk about important things, more important than her past, at least.

Lena smiles, ending the handshake and pulling away her hand, producing a cloth from a pocket to wipe away the blood, considering before offering it to Spicy, mostly still clean, nodding along when Solomon states that she's unable to speak, then letting them talk, since they apparently had something specific to talk about.

When Spicy hesitates and begins drawing her hand back, Lena instead reaches out, firmly taking hold of it and shaking, smiling, seemingly unconcerned with the blood, utterly unconcerned with it being unhygenic or any other concerns, just happy that this person seems friendly. It's a pleasure to meet you, her demeanor says clearly. Strange, this girl who becomes flustered and unable to properly function when confronted with normal human situations, but completely disregarding things a normal person, or even a normally abnormal one, would take pause at.

"Okay... so just taking the 'covert' part of our mission a little more seriously now. Alright. Get in, find the person we're looking for, then get out again. Sounds simple enough, what could go wrong?"

"If that's the case, what do you suppose we should do, sir? We could attempt to help them, but... given how battered we all are after fighting this force, I doubt we'll be in any position to fight the main force holding the town..."

"Marl! No no no no no..." Anea rushes to Marl's side, hurriedly bringing her staff to bear, a slight panicked look on her face. Heal Marl.

Lena, for her part, listens dutifully to Solomon as he explains things about how wars were going, presumably back in the place he came from, nodding along as she takes in the fact that apparently every world is like hers... wars all the time, really, whether with monsters or other people. She's honestly rather nice to talk to, not really talking, but listening very well, and not just because she can't interrupt. Then they reach the barracks and the crying woman inside. Part of Lena wants to run up to her even though she's a stranger, try to comfort her or help her feel better or something just from the fact she was crying... but she doesn't. That's not her place. She doesn't make people feel better, she kills people. Well. Sometimes she does try to make people feel better, but this probably wasn't the time, and really this person would probably just be upset at some stranger trying to baby her, so she just... stands there, looking kinda like a sad puppy.

She looks around, taking in the weapons, armor, and such that were normal to the armory, then shakes her head, confirming that she basically gets that this is an armory. A little understocked, but an armory. At this point, they had seemingly completed their tour of the area, so she, presumably accompanied by Solomon, moves on to the Barracks.

Lena was not particularly excited about what she was seeing, buuuuut... well, she couldn't exactly voice a protest, and everything seems to have turned out fine in the end, so she calms down a little and circles around to try to remind him that she does, in fact, exist, by entering his line of sight.

She nods, actually following after him when he decides to head off. After all, he'd offered a tour, and... well, she didn't have anywhere better to go, and noone here probably needed her.

Her gaze turns to Solomon, a look of something between shock and bewilderment frozen on it. The what? About 3/4 of those words weren't words she had any context for, and what few that did didn't make any sense at all in that context. Eventually, she settles on a question to ask, picking up her pad in shaky hands and managing to write it out. How can it be giant and not present at the same time?

Lena had at this point become a might distracted by the... um. Woman playing with her robot lizard. What. What is this. What is that, some kind of Gigas? It doesn't seem to be considering it's not actively attempting to murder them all. Who is that woman and why does she have a robot lizard. What. What is this absolute madness you have found yourself in Lena? What did you do to deserve this?