The threat was neutralised, with the fellow berserking hulk losing grasp of his now frail consciousness. Fingers twirling as it nested the arrow's eye into its dark quiver, she slung her bow by her chest. Quick little steps approached the half-orc with her fingers running through his wound that continued to bled. The satchel by her side slung itself to her hands and lips playing a somber melody as the elf fell into a state of trance within seconds. What seemed like a strange solo brought stabilising vibes to the green orc as the flute began to shine with bright light and grew faint as the song came to an end (Consider Orchid to be stabilised).

(Performace - Flute - [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/335]15[/url])

Her eyes darted open, flute quickly hidden beneath the satchel as she twirled her slender hips before the villagers they've saved. The frivolous hair by her face swept by her finger as she regained her vision. "Thank you," the frail woman grievously whispered to them. Trear's complexity could be seen to be sympathetic, crystallised eyes and the mouth of an unstrung bow painting her copper features.

"I am glad you are safe." She began, as visions of the past began to flood her mind. She steeled herself from her own emotions. "I understand how it feels to see this savagery." She stopped for a moment as she points towards a direction that indicated the circled carriages. "There you'll find safety of a circling carriage. Find a man named Addio and he will provide you with protection, away from the dragon. Tell'em we sent you."