The elf girl slowly rose up from where she was administering to one of the sleeping members of the private military contractors. The light, diminutive figure slipped across the decades smoothed wooden slats of the tower and picked up a lantern from one of the shelves. There was a chance that it would be dark by the time they returned. It all depended on how long the warriors chose to investigate the site of their crashed bird.

"Well," Assallya said as she rose up, her black painted lips twisting into a smile "Now this would be the time to gather up your crossbows. Who knows what form of monsters might have been drawn to the wreck. There could be a Hydra even now warming itself against the metal."