Shenua doesn't really know how to feel now that the danger has passed. Though she still aches from the Weave's rebuke when she tried to overload the node, relief washes over her: they've broken free, and the masked man and his guards are nowhere to be seen. As she catches her breath, her mind briefly lingers on the sensation of the Weave coursing through her veins. Such raw power! And this, even knowing the Weave is still in need of mending. How incredible would it feel if it were completely restored, she wonders.

But as much as she wants to dwell on that, one question presses above all others: what now? Where did the masked man and his soldiers go? Have they vanished for good? Somehow Shenua doubts it; a nagging sense tells her they will cross paths again. And Lirae — has she gone too? But how? She was far too weak to even speak. Did these people take her? Is she even safe?

The tiefling presses her fingertips to her temples as these thoughts rush through her mind. One thing is clear, and Shenua voices it as soon as her nerves have calmed enough to speak. Stepping toward Vorenus and Iromae, she says, "Are… are you okay? I have a million questions, but I don't think this is the time or place. Let's get out of here, alright? Not that I like following that man's words, but he was right about one thing: someone will have noticed what we just did, and we shouldn't be here when they come. Safehouse? We'll talk there."

Before leaving, Shenua casts a final glance around the room, using her magic to sharpen her senses. With all the commotion, the spell is unlikely to draw any additional attention. She makes sure, however, to cancel it before they reach the streets of Suzail.

(ooc: Just want to check if there's anything magical in the room. Perhaps Lirae, or the masked man and his guards, dropped something when the bindings shattered, or especially when Vorenus unleashed the storm on them?)

Vorenus collapses to the ground, breathing heavy, unable to speak for a good few minutes.  It takes a while for his eyes to come back into focus, to see the room and Shenua, Iromae.  With a very hoarse voice, he says “What happened?  Everyone okay?  Where… where are they?  I’ve never felt anything like that before.  I’m.. I’m sorry, I felt all of that power channel through me, and I couldn’t stand seeing those people, the though of them harming you, Lirae, all of us.  So, I funneled the power through me, to blow them to bits, oh gosh, I have no idea what happened.  I hope I didn’t cause irreparable harm… but, you’re right.  We need to get out of here.  I may need your help.  Nothing like that has ever come out of me before…”. Vorenus staggers to a standing position, looking around, trying to get his bearings.  

In the immediate aftermath, Iromae is left holding her head with both hands. Eyes closed, she rubs at her temples. Finally, she looks around to see the place empty other than her friends. With, hopefully, nothing else to worry about, she slides down to sit on the ground. 

"Blow them to bits?" she asks Vorenus in a weak voice. "You think the others were destroyed? Not just shuffled off elsewhere?" There's no accusation in her tone, just trying to piece together what had happened. "Did we consume the node? It seems as dead as when we arrived."  She then looks over at Shenua. "You're right, we should talk elsewhere."  With a sigh she adds, "I'm going to need to rest at some point."