Out in the middle of nowhere Assallya was uncertain where the two heroes had come from but was relieved to see them. She truly beleived that the guardsman escort was ill suited to the task at hand. Even with the aid of the heroes she was not certain of the outcome particularly when the wargs emerged from the brush, that and apparently two ogres! At least there were no giants or ettin... Why were they back in the brush? A moment's thought brought her answer. Assallya envisioned trying to stick stick a warg inside a hole in the ground and ready to pop up on command. She wouldn't relish that task.

The two distant heroes were as different as could be. One was clad in mail, the other leather. One male, the other female. One seemed to be a cavalier of some sort, the other a dark elf assassin? A pang of fear grasped Assallya by the throat. Drow were noted in their unrivalled hatred of their surface cousins and, despite Assallya's general dislike of all things elven she rather imagined a drow wouldn't care.

All along the caravan line bandits were waylaying innocent farmers who were foolish enough to resist. Many cowered against their wagons and uplifted open palms in supplication to their aggressors. Most likely they would be executed later but it bought them a few extra moments of life. That was what Assallya planned to do should one brandish weapons in her direction.

Straightening her posture, the elven sorceress did her best to conceal her gesticulations from the bandits approaching from both sides as she gently sent forth whisps of magic to bind and paralyze a number of the attackers. She did not want to draw attention to herself. Let the warriors take the risks for naught but fame and glory and a pat upon the back from the local lord. She was only interested in surviving which meant helping the heroes while remaining invisible to the attackers.