Ysaryn couldn't scent them out, the Greek of whatever was below them overwhelming and nauseating. She covered her mouth and gagged behind her arm, wiping her eyes as they burned. For once, she envied the lesser senses of the others. 
When they suggested the basement, which she knew to be near the source of the scent, she paled. However, her attitude changed when she heard the word armory. Suddenly determined, she turned and strolled down the stairs with the others. Though she grew less excited about the armory as they went and the stench grew stronger. 

The elves were in the far corner of the armory, both pale and I'll. The added reek of vomit somehow improved the odor. The two, a male and a female, looked up when they heard the group approach, looking as though they would rather welcome death then fight. 
Until they saw Ysaryn. They scrambled to their feet, looking relieved.
"[i]Ysaryn.[/i]" The female sighed. "[i]Where are we?[/i]"
"[i]The air is toxic.[/i]" the male agreed, putting his hand on his mouth.
Ysaryn grinned at them from behind her arm. "[i]Yes, it is. But temporary.[/i]" She gestured toward the doorway, her eyes wandering the weapons and armour stands. So much Amrian steel. "[i]Follow us out. We will return you to Úvano.[/i]"

Despite the smell, Ysaryn lingered in the armoury for a moment before she followed them, remaining herself that she could return when it smelled better to ogle the weapons. They trudged back up the stairs, the elves both keeping their distance from the others, with the exception of Ysaryn. 

As they stepped into the Seer room, and saw the portal that had ripped them here, the two stiffened, but gave no argument as Ysaryn strolled right through it. It smelled worlds better in Úvano anyway. They glanced at one another and followed, exhaling as they stepped into a room the recognized. 
Envy, who hadn't moved, tilted his head as he heard the footsteps and sighs of relief. "Does someone want to explain?" He requested.