Vialesa scanned the ground below herself, seeking any sort of cushioned landing spot she might find her way onto. Unfortunately the campsite was just as barren as the exterior earth, and dropping down would simply require a bit of finesse and a hardy set of legs. Inching closer to the edge, she prepared herself mentally to fall upon the ground and do a roll so as to minimize the impact. She'd climbed plenty of trees and jumped from only slightly fewer while in the Traslag, and this was no different... save the possibility of hitting several branches on the way down. Here it was clear, and she could tell easily how far the drop was.
Having steeled her mind for the possibility of fracturing a bone, she lifted off of the wooden spire wall and let her feet take the first hit, bending her knees and curling up before tumbling along the ground. She lived, though she could feel the impact well, and it was difficult to walk properly for a moment. Vialesa brushed herself off of upturned grass and dirt and approached the glowing northern hut. There was no way she would simply walk inside; she needed to give them some distance as she made herself known.
Clearly they were trying to hide themselves, and shouting out a greeting would only make them angry. Vialesa got a tad bit closer, a mere dozen feet away, and called out with a quieted, low voice.
"Excuse me. Who is there? Is anyone there?" she said, trying her best to seem as meek and confused as possible, as if she were there before them and only just noticed a break in.