[@Lawful Newtral][@Scyntell]

Amber accepted the pretty stone, smiling. She retreated, sat in a chair and started quietly playing her panpipes to provide comfort to the tense children. Amber had no knowledge of the Laws of the civilised world. Nor did she care. The forest had it's own rules, and this stranger had given her a gift. In return, she would help save his life from this beast.

While she was playing, she patted the heads of nearby children with her free hand, comforting them while she played a one-handed melody. The less brave ones flocked to her, scared of the ragged bounty hunter. The braver ones were still making an effort to guard or protect Lark. Amber's maternal instincts were being invoked, further turning her against Gellert. He was the predator scaring and worrying her nest. 

"Be calm, young ones. Nothing will hurt you today. You are watched over," she spoke to them softly and reassuringly, only stopping when a child tried to touch the crystal Lark gave her, whereupon she simply looked them in the eyes and shook her head and the child stopped and backed away, as if making Amber even slightly disappointed would feel worse than being scolded by anybody else.

She tried to catch Lark's eye, and once she did, she winked with the side of her face that Gellert couldn't see, letting him know that when he tried something, she would help. The old man seemed to have the sharp senses of a wolf. Naturally, that would include enhanced canine hearing, and with it, a severe weakness to loud ultrasonic sounds. Her melody on the panpies started to gradually rise in key and pitch.