Last night I chased the sound of screaming down the hall while invisible hands grabbed at me. I soulcast my way through plate metal to try to get them out, then came to on the floor. [Jasnah explains, stepping brusquely up to the hole.] I don't know right now whether the collapse was part of the hunt, or whether it's really a seperate reaction within the walls keeping us out. There's one way to find out.

[Her concession to good sense is glancing back over her shoulder at him to make sure he's ready, in case this happens fast. Ready?]