An apparition of a figure came into sight as Adelisa came closer and closer to the hectic village. Her cloak was cast down over her face to hide her hideous visage. A woman stopped her and begged "please! Save my daughter! She is very ill!" Adelisa smiled softly and said "[b]of course. Please, bring the girl here.[/b]" The woman smiled in relieved excitement and grabbed a small girl in a blanket from the crowded environment, holding her up to Adelisa. Adelisa helped the small girl onto her mare, Albus. The little girl, her face flushed from illness, looked up at her with wide eyes (probably able to see the long scar on the Raven haired girl's face. Adelisa removed her hood to take a good look at the small brunette and said "[b]would you mind if I hold your hands, young one?[/b]" The little girl shyly held her hands.

Adelisa smiled and grabbed her hands, holding them softly. She concentrated on healing this little girl and slowly started seeing the color return to the freckles of the sweet little girl. The little girl smiled and hugged the strange woman, thanking her continuously. Adelisa smiled, loving the feeling of yet another person being helped by her healing touch, then returned the adorable child to the woman. 

She continued her journey to the Inn. Her mind wandered to the letter she received from a mysterious woman, knowing her presence was indeed needed. 
 
[i]Dear Sir or Madame,   
You may not know who I am, but I know who you are very well. Hieledran, this land that we all love and adore, she is falling into darkness. A great and powerful evil lurks among us now and threatens to choke the life from all. It has already begun to affect many places, trees once so tall and mighty now slender twigs. Prairies and grasslands that were once so beautiful with their emerald shades and their colorful flowers...they are nothing more but vast fields of ash and blackened soil. My heart weeps as I write this letter to you, for I....I was too late to stop it, to seal away the horrors that emerged from that wretched tower. But you, your time has come. You are all warriors of Hieledran, brave, cunning, and wise. You have skills, attributes that are far beyond those of your fellow men. That is why I have called upon you. For the fate of all, I ask that you meet at Hearthstone Inn in the city of Vaele. Once you have gathered, journey South of the city to the Temple of Agatha. There is where I will meet you, and I will explain more. Hieledran rests in your hands now, as does the fate of her people. May the Goddess bless and keep you O brave warriors of Hieledran, and may my love be with you as well...[/i]

Adelisa memerised the entire note word for devasted word. She came up to the tavern in which she was to meet the others and was glad to see it was real. [i]This was all too real[/i] she thought as she climbed off her beautiful white mare. Adelisa noticed the comfortable feeling surrounding the atmosphere, but she could tell her horse thought otherwise. She turned to the horse with a small smile and said "[b]I will be out after meeting the others that will join us on our journey. There is no need to fear my safety[/b]." She walked the mare to the wooden post and tied her to it, taking a carrot out of the bag attached to the horse and feeding it to her while patting her nose lightly. 

Adelisa walked away from the horse, throwing the hood of her ivory cloak on to hide the jagged scar on her otherwise feminine features. She opened the door and, like a ghost, glided into the bar-like area. Her eyes searched the room to see a beautiful woman singing the soft lullaby that filled the active air. She saw the bar wenches taking orders and suffering the harrassment of the drunken fools. [i]These poor fools have to resort to intoxicated risks and cheating wives rather than take care of their problems[/i] she thought to herself. Yet, she sympathized with the bitter hooligans. 

Adelisa looked over at the woman who sat alone, her snow white hair making her stand out like a sore thumb. She walked over to the woman, hiding her face deeper into the fabric of the cloak. "[b]excuse me, I wanted to ask if you are one of the people I am here to meet? I recieved a note telling me to meet a group here.[/b]" Her voice came out in a calm and soft tone. She held onto her cloak and bag, a small alertness overcoming her.