Ellyn heard footsteps and uncovered her face, they were going to see her anyway there was really no point in her hiding it. She soon saw the drow figure peep out and sit next to her, eventually cleaning her face with a torn up piece of cloak ‘why…?’ Ellyn asked herself ‘why would she clean me up after what I done…?’  Eventually she listened to her words that Bjoric was just a dwarf with a lot of pride and she nodded ‘I know...’ she sniffled softly as she smiled ‘I don’t know what came over me… I was screaming and shouting for no reason then… boom… I snapped… I swore too and that was horrible, didn’t feel right at all’ when she spoke them words it appeared that she was a whole lot calmer then she was earlier ‘h-he did…?’ she asked just as she heard another shuffling-like noise trudging among the staircase.

Not long after Vivian came upstairs she was then visited by the man she saved in the sands, the honourable orc as she would like to think of him. She smiled at him softly and even looked at him, sadness in her eyes. Even though he was way taller then her she eventually done what he told her to do and got up, albeit slowly. Tilting her head upon him gawking at her trusty harp she was shocked he can observe her harp that well. Her harp was indeed a beautiful but deadly object, its dragon-like design was clearly well done and it appeared to be rare for it’s type of design itself, upon hearing what he said she was shocked, not being able to comprehend the reason why he wanted to make her a new one. But smiled her usual cheery smile because he didn’t need to yet he wanted to, she wished there was more orcs like this in the world.

Yet there was one thing missing now, she wanted Artos here. She didn’t know why… she just did…