[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] Lost north of Salarn
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] The Medieval X-Men[/center]

 Satilla nearly freaked out of her mind when she realized one of the group had found her and was moving towards her.[color=bc8dbf][i]'What do I do!? Run!? Hide!? Show!?'[/i][/color] She had no answer to it, but finally gave a slight sigh of relieve when the elf was suddenly redirected by someone playing flute not too far from her. She made a confused expression as she was almost as tempted as the bard to go and check who was making that imitation of bird calls. She was just about to show and head in the direction also when an arrow struck the tree next to her.

 [color=bc8dbf][b]“EEEEEK!”[/b][/color] The witch made a surprised sound as she fell to the side, revealing herself from behind the tree. She turned with scared face towards the camp and pulled her arms by her head in some kind of instinctive protective reaction.[color=bc8dbf][b]” PLEASEDON'TKILLMEIHADNOINTENTIONTOINTRUDEIWASJUSTLOST!”[/b][/color] She blurred out in panic and after a few moments moved her hands away.[color=bc8dbf][b]”Can I share your fire for the night? I've been lost in this place for days... I don't have much, but I will pay if you want me to!”[/b][/color]She asked, remembering full well she was out of food. The last few days she was making by edible herbs and roots.