R1T12: Helena mutters a brief, ”More trouble!” before hustling to join the others while pulling out her bow and concentrating on the her prayers to the Inheritor as the bow pulses with silver fire. After only 10' she sees a sliver of a mite deep in the room, but that's enough as her arrow streaks with silvery flame to blast a hole through the center of the mite.

R1T11: Grum, what do you do?