Ellinor opened her eyes, squinting through the approaching fog. She saw a large figure in front of her and pushed herself up on sore elbows, unable to scoot away for the thorns.

She tried to speak but coughed miserably.


She heard many sets of footsteps. She knew now that her group must have been dead and the rest of the barbarians had made their way around looking for stragglers. She wondered if the lady with all the arrows had made it out. Alaina? Something like that. It took until now for her to notice that this man was a completely different one. This one was wearing armour and had a more clean face.

'State...your purpose,' she wheezed out.

The man looked like he was thinking before she heard an arrow thud into the tree next to him. [i]'What is it with everybody here trying to kill the cooks?'[/i] she thought as she squinted through the fog.

[i]"Get away from her you rakki,"[/i] she heard a voice call out.

'Ivanna?' she rasped, not nearly loud enough for her to hear, 'Get out of...here you...fool!' 

This lady was crazy. They had all been slaughtered and she's aiming at an armoured dude. Arrow lady needs help but Ellinor was a bit busy at the moment and she wasn't exactly sure if she was talented enough to cure this lack of self-preservation.