Locked in a cage with her party members, Muena could hear the voices of approaching soldiers. The very ground was rumbling with their footsteps as they were getting closer and closer to the nest. And if her betrayal were known, she would be slaughtered alongside the enemy. In mortal danger, whether she tries to escape or stay, the dryad placed a finger in the mossy crack between the floor stones.
With closed eyes, she separated her body into plant fibres. Rooting herself deep between the rocks, she dug her way towards the exit until eventually she found a way to escape. After one last glance at her unconscious party, she felt ready to separate herself into further fibers and escape; however, to her surprise, she couldn't bring herself to leave, and the reason for it became obvious within seconds.
"Where would I even go?" The desert would be her doom, and running into the approaching army would spell her fate the same. Then where could she escape? There was one way… "But then."
