As the climax of the battle drew to an end, Fariha decided to let the remaining dwarves and other combatants deal with the dwindling skaven numbers. She observed the bloodied arena, the scent of steel, blood, and death filled the air around her. Death was a normal sight to her from her experience in the Rift, before the guild's rules had changed. She looked upon the deceased dwarves, then to the dwarven king. She slowly walked over to the king, a warm smile on her face as she gazed upon him. His soul was long gone by now. Fariha sat beside him, dipping her finger into the fresh blood that seeped from him, before drawing a small circle upon his forehead. A circle that symbolised the completion of life, his cycle had ended. The crimson circle glowed slightly and soon faded away, as if it had evaporated off his skin. 
[color=a2d39c]"I will dance for you, your highness. I shall celebrate the life you and your fellow warriors lived."[/color] She whispered to him as she got to her feet.

Fariha looked around, her mind shifting from religion to looting. It was difficult to find anything of value among the corpses, as most of the armour and weapons were battered and broken. However, among the piles of damaged items, there were a few that looked unused. From a single Stormvermin, she took his longsword and armour, placing talismans upon them. She had no need for them, but perhaps they'd fetch a reasonable price due to their good condition. She also found a rat totem, which she tossed aside as she deemed it useless and of no value to anyone. She already had a Shaman symbol anyway.

The dirty leather armour that she found wasn't even her size, but after a little bit of cleaning, the leather could be crafted into something else. The gold began to pile up in her pouch, thus she slapped a talisman onto that as well. Finally, she found a pair of boots... which were strangely her size, if not slightly larger. She felt a magical energy flow through the material. The elf closed her eyes, focusing upon the boots. Images of wind magic flowed into her mind, however it was weak. Boots that increased the speed of her movements.. Would prove very useful to her. However, she needed to clean them before putting them on. Blood had been splattered upon them beforehand. Thus she placed a talisman upon it as well.

As she scouted around for items, she had been retrieving unbroken arrows from those she had shot. It became evident to her that the gash in her quiver had grown larger, making it completely unusable. Fariha sighed to herself as she undid the clasp, removing the quiver from her side. She thought it would've survived a little longer, but evidently not.

The archer noticed some of the others following behind Siph, which she decided to follow suit. She only had 3 arrows left, hanging between her fingers. But hopefully her magic would suffice if something was to happen. Into the darkness she followed, her eyes quickly adjusting to the low-light allowing her to see as if there was daylight.