Wait a minute...

...If you despawn her then there might not be any heroes in the zone. And if there are no heroes in the zone then it resets. You gently pull the ancient rubble off of her. Whew-that was close. You didn't think you'd keep your XP if the zone shut down. Of course, you still have a high level priestess to deal with and now you can't risk killing her. How were you going to keep her incapacitated...

Absorb: drain mana from an opponent through contact

Oh. Well this could be interesting. Bending down, you rest a leafy limb on the girls collarbone. Uh...Absorb? Rootlike tendrils spread from your appendage several inches across the girls chest, drawing great pulses of mana out of her and into you. Wow. You could feel the power pumping through your veins. You couldn't do much with it. Yet. But it felt great and the priestess would be virtually harmless without mana to fuel her spells. In theory.

After a minute of draining the priestesses eyes flicker open and she frowns dazedly at you. "...What do you want Dandelion?" You let out a long-suffering sigh at the comparison and the girl gives a startled squeak, thrusting her hands out in an arcane gesture, "Fireball!" You shrink back, shielding your face, but the only result is a small cinder that pops out of her palm and winks out. Her eyes widen and she looks around frantically, realizing she's on her own with no mana. For a spellcaster that was basically the same as already being dead.

You pin her arms with roots as she tries to reach for her pockets, undoubtably going for a mana potion. I don't think so little girl. She flops back onto the ground, giving you the evil eye before sighing and closing her eyes, resigning herself to her fate. She'd just respawn back with her party anyway. After a minute of waiting she cracks an eyelid, looking at you expectantly. "Well? Aren't you going to finish me off?" I'm thinking about it. "You're a plant, you don't even have a brain!" And I still outsmarted your entire party. You wind a stalk across her mouth, cutting off her indignant response. I think I have a better idea for what to do with you.

Slinging the perplexed and struggling priestess over your "shoulder", mana singing in your veins, you wade off down the canyon.