[hider=Character Summary]Location: Tunnel then out into the open
Health: Head ache dulled by painkiller previously taken
Inventory: Light Armor, Crossbow, Bag of Meds
Actions: Walked down tunnel, ran away from exit, shot stuff, rejoined group as more made it past the guardsmen
Other: Shadow Cloak Off, Visible [/hider]
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Stepping into the tunnel, Nessa followed the others and quietly listened to their exchanges, not adding much to the conversation herself. She was able to pick up a few more names, which was nice, but names never did much good without use. Figuring that she'd eventually get to know them better, she committed their names to her memory anyway. 

At some point she glanced back over her shoulder, wondering about the strange elf that had finished off the World Breaker, the one who seemed to desire trouble. He seemed interesting, if anything. Definitely odd. As for the others, Nessa didn't quite know what to make of them. The Prince seemed arrogant, but that was expected and definitely not worth someone's assassination attempt. What was it that earned him a spot on someone's hit list? The rogue elf seemed nice enough. Nice was deceiving though. So were thieves. The lizard was beyond comprehension, and for some reason he just seemed unsettling to her—it might have been the teeth. The nymph and the giant insect were awe inspiring, especially together. The minotaur was bold, confident, and strong, like green eyed elf. Nessa couldn't resist the temptation to profile her companions. They had saved her life multiple times now, and she had decided to stick with them. Maybe it was just a whimsical decision though. As they walked, she continued to ponder these thoughts. 

The tunnel was cramped, the larger beasts clearly had a difficult time squeezing in. It was poorly lit as well, the way she liked it. Her comfort was short lived of course. Soon the bull of a man charged forward and warned of hundreds of guards awaiting their arrival. From inside the tunnel, it was impossible to tell if it was day or night outside, and when they finally exited, Nessa was blinded by the sun. Oh how she hated the sun. It felt searing hot on her skin, but it would not start to do any damage for a while. Her pupils pinned in order to adjust to the immediate change in lighting, revealing her stormy gray irises for the first time since she'd been imprisoned. For a few moments she was blinded by the burning brightness of the outside, but she ignored it for the time being; there were supposedly hundreds of men trying to kill them, and it was hardly a time to be stumbling around like a fool. 

Hearing the commotion to her left, Nessa sprinted forward diagonally to the right before stopping a decent distance away. Seconds later, the colored spots disappeared from her vision and it was clear that there were definitely not 300 men attacking them. Either way, she drew her crossbow, and took aim. She had managed to outrun the few guards that decided to pick off the smaller ones, but they were still pursuing her, trying to catch up to her now that she'd stopped. Nessa killed the first and closest one with ease, her bolt piercing through his armor and faint hints of poison slowly permeating throughout his body. She counted her shots in her head: five total, one arrow per person. Her precision did not fail her even in her weakened state. Shorus, Rin, and the beast-bug had done a decent job keeping most of the horde away from the exit so the others could still slip out into freedom. As the rest of the group started to make it past the guardsmen and take off, Nessa joined them, deciding to keep their pace instead of running ahead and making herself an outlying target. 

[b]"Two days of travel? A horse would have been nice,"[/b] she said, mostly to herself.