Haven's sweat was cold. "The first one that I saw was here in the woods...” The creatures had focused their attack on the village, yet, her earlier experience proved that the woods had not been excluded. She kept close to the orc, her eyes set upon the greenery about them. The wood was oddly quiet, as if any animal had already flown away or burrowed underground to be away from these abominations.

The trees however, were less fortunate than the critters. They were rooted into the ground they could only wait to be burned, or cut, or not. They quietly witnessed, their roots soaked up the blood that poured out of the villages. They provided shade for the dark bloodthirsty creatures lurking about, as well as for their prey.

Through the trees she saw a clearing, and a familiar figure standing as if waiting for someone or something. 

“Oh Mal. She is from the village!” She grabbed Mal’s elbow to get his attention. “Ah… she is a dwarf. She is new a-What is her name?” 

Haven made it her duty know everyone in the village [i]and their business[/i]. Who was having babies, who harbored secret affection for who, who was sick, who was starting a new venture, who was ending one... Somehow the little stinky girl was good at acquiring such knowledge, and was always at the ready. The villagers would find a gift of cabbages for every newborn and honeymoon and other such occasions, a cabbage root for every cold and broken limb, and a smile for anyone who needed it from the little girl and her pet rat.

Most people would call her [i]nosy[/i] she considered herself a caring and concerned citizen. Her affection for her home automatically extended itself to everyone within it. 

Including the dwarf woman, the name came to her.

“Ada! Ada-ada-adadada.” She broke away from the Orc excitedly. Careless. She entered the clearing. “It’s me Haven… from the village.” She smelled of skunk cabbage, smoke, blood, and pine sap. Nor was she a pleasant sight with her skirt torn and her hair affray, dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. Yet, they would all be in dire straights after a day such as this. “Do you remember me? Well we are getting out of here, we have a way to get away quickly, come with us.” She’d reach out for shorter woman, and urge her back toward where Mal was. They’d get the dwarf woman then continue toward the canoe… then… 

Haven didn't know.