Continuing to knock at the stone walls, Averella continued to call out.
"Hello? Somebody? Any body?"
And again- after more silence, she found herself sighing and wilting against the wall.
"This is just great. How am I ever to get my things out of here if I've gotten myself stuck inside the wall? It figures I can't keep myself out of trouble for more than a few minutes," she went on, scolding herself. "But honestly, what goes around comes around, right? So there must be some sort of a lever here that could propel my back to where I have come from." And she went on, continuing to grope at the dirty wall until she heard the same familiar noise from before, and with a gasp, she found herself whisked back into the room as the wall turned around once more.
Blinking, she found it hard for her eyes to get adjusted to the torch lit room, and was relieved to see it was the same room as before. Wiping off the sweat from her brow, she had no idea she had just smeared a path of dirt across it as she walked over to her things and decided to just stay put. If she sat there, surely she couldn't get into any more trouble.
So as she waited, she idly kicked her feet as she looked around.
"Hrm... lots of skeleton things," she mused. Though she supposed that made sense- considering the type of God in worship here. But it was a tad dismal. Really- why were all temples like this the same? Kind of ominous, spooky... almost as bad as a tomb- though in truth, most Essyrni tombs were even far grander and delightful than this. But then again, Hakeshna and the earlier gods were all about life after death.