Ankyra Sound burning, falling down so many times before

Much of the commotion was unheard and unseen by Raleska, who at the moment, was out cold. Think "Last call" style, that final and unerring way a bartender would flip the bar's lights to OFF - done, out, empty, black.

When she came to Grezig was standing protectively over her, but to Raleska the woman was only a blurry shape. Her head hurt something fierce, and she felt sickly. Scrunching her nose, Raleska winced away from the bright light of the Grotto's entrance, which stared down at her like the glinting scope of a sniper. "Yugh," She muttered, reaching instinctively for Grezig but failing.