Eyja really didn‘t follow what was going on. Though she was a little rattled by Saryxes behaviour. A shriek left the young witch as she saw the man pierced by bones. She turned away, a hand over her mouth, fighting against her gag reflex. She felt sick. Why was this happening? Hadn‘t it been an ordinary day just like every other? And now there was a fight, here, in the Abandoned Bar. Where was the order? This thought struck her with a huge impact and she started to shake, looking around the room. Where were they? 

Clutching onto her pendant as though her life depended on it she slipped from the stool, turning her back to Saryx who seemed deep in thought. Something cold made her skin tingle and she looked up. Something huge was in the door, something with a sword! Before she could get a better look, however, flames burst from the ground and she jumped away with a small shout, bumping into people on the way, falling to the floor in a tangle of her srak brown dress, her hair spread around her. The flames had come from a girl who was now retreating into a corner. So she was a magic user . . . or perhaps some mystical being? Probably both. 

Eyja scrambled to get up, registering a movement in the corner of her eyes she froze . . . and turned . . . to see an armoured shoe . . . Her gaze went higher as her heart stopped beating and her eyes grew wide. The creature before her was where the cold was coming from, she realized. She should run away, just get up and run away. Or cast a spell to protect herself. Damn it! She should just do SOMETHING. Instead. she was frozen, staring up at the armour emanating the cold.