[SWE] The Core and the Voice

Zariah felt like crap – lets be clear. She had been smooshed by rocks. She had her energy drained and had been zapped by lightning; though that did help numb things a bit. The best part by far had been putting her life literally on the line to accomplish their task. But now the door was opened and she would be damned before she let anyone see what the hell was up there before her. Besides. A healer was coming. If he got finicky about helping her she would just remind him that she had risked her life for his pretty little assassin. So Zariah climbed the stairs, ignoring her pain and exhaustion. She still had her dexterity enhancing cartilage cuff stored up in case she needed it anyways. Eyes narrowed as the final platform came into view. Zariah had no idea what she was looking at, except for a very morbidly hung mummified girl. Or woman. She supposed if in a similar position Zariah herself with her lithe frame may have looked similar. The voice spoke but Zariah did not startle, instead crossing her arms as she tried to make sense of what she was looking at – what she had put her life on the line to get to. This was where all of her watching came in handy, the image of the projected young woman above the mob coming to her mind. ”So this is where you have been.” she said quietly. A physical body did accompany this Voice it seemed. Kalt (thanks Sage) is on his way, telling a few folks of the occurrence per Ashetta's request via their connection. Ash, Zariah, and Sam proceed up the stairs. zariah If my strength intimidates you, I hope you realize that is a weakness of yours.