Surolam is practice-sparring with Jemyn, her in her hybrid form, the skeleton wielding his sword. As talons and blade clash against each other, sparks fly. She grins a little as she hears the blade sing in delight each time they touch, and pulls away for a moment, her tail twitching back and forth as she listens to the blue-metal bell hanging from its tip call out her opponent's position and movements. She darts in for another strike, but right before it connects, there's a hum in the air and a glowing portal opens between them. Unable to stop in time, she goes hurtling through it with a scream.

It isn't long, though, before she lands hard. She clutches at the ground-no, the floor now. It's something solid, not grassy dirt. Little Pummerin is no longer touching her, although she still felt the bell hanging from her tail as she landed, so he must be somewhere close. And Donphan-tooth, her ivory cane, is right beneath her hand. She grips tightly to it.

"Where are we now?" she whispers to the cane. "Tell me what you can see." For a while, she stays close to the ground, trying to listen to what the building has to say.