The foyer looked as though a bomb had exploded in it, a crater in the center of the space still smoking. The stench of scorched flesh and human intestines nearly made her gag as she approached the form in the epicenter of that crater, relief coursing through her as she noted it was a woman. She downed the final vial, a replenishment potion, as she doubted she'd make it through any encounter unscathed, and crouched low over the mess of a woman, recognition dawning.