She was digging through the mountain of paperwork on her desk when Captain Kana burst in. She ran to Torio's side and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet and towards the door.
"Torio, come with me, NOW!"
She pulled the confused and stumbling woman along through the halls at a dead run.
"Kana! Stop! I cant run like this!" she pulled her hand free and came to a halt, reaching down to pull off her high heels.
"Take them off and leave them Torio, trust me, come ON!"
She had barely gotten the second shoe off when Kana dove for her hand again and resumed dragging her through the hallway in the direction of the Great Hall, leaving her shoes behind.
As they got closer, Torio saw a milieu of people, most of them Lord Nasher's watchmen, as well as Bevil and those others who had stayed behind at the Keep. There were a few Greycloaks as well.
"What is going on, Kana? Please tell me, this is really awkward!" Without her heels on, Torio felt tiny and overwhelmed by the large men in armor swarming the Great Hall.
At the far side was a door. On either side stood a member of Lord Nasher's Neverwinter Nine. One of them was Nevalle. The men stood facing each other, with swords crossed against the door.
When they saw Kana and Torio they dropped their swords and turned to face the women. Kana suddenly embraced the other in a fierce but quick hug, and Nevalle opened the door.
Torio turned with a look of complete bewilderment, but Kana gave her a push through into the darkness beyond.
She heard the heavy door close behind her, smelled the strong fragrance of several holy essences in the air and heard the singsong chanting of clerics.
The room was barely lit, several candles and glowstones shed a small amount of light and her eyes took a moment to adjust.
Torio's heart was beating wildly with nervous apprehension.
What was this all about?