Short Escape

After running about 10 feet, Nym skidded to a stop. Alright, that should be far enough to be out of the fog for sure. Codex and Scriptus had been right at her heals, and at the sudden stop, they ran into her. Nym fell (acrobatics (1d20)+1/12+1,13), caught herself awkwardly, and landed on her butt, looking surprised. The light orb bounced once and rolled slowly toward her, coming to a stop between her legs. She shot the henchmen a dirty look while the muttered embarassed apologies, and Thjodolf snorted, clearly annoyed with her. Well, we didn't need to get back FAR! Nym blurted, looking sheepish. She hopped up, collecting the orb gently, and mumbled while inspecting the orb for damage, I'm sure none of you wanted to be incapacitated by vomiting while wererats ate your faces off... When certain the light orb was unharmed, she began brushing herself off. She flicked a hunk of mud off her sleeve, and it turned into pink bubbles, floating daintily in the tunnel before bursting with tiny squeaks. (Prestidigitation)