[Thankfully, with the oddities of the environmental shifts going around, there are parts of the wall that aren't as sound as they should be. Ginia works into cracks, carefully chipping and moving rubble away, and it's only another hour before there's a good sized hole a person can fit through. With a small gust of wind magic to push the dust away, Ginia leans in inside and waves.
Face sweaty and covered with dust, stray bits of hair mussed and coming out of her ponytail, behold your hero.]
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Face sweaty and covered with dust, stray bits of hair mussed and coming out of her ponytail, behold your hero.]