Ophene barely had the time to pay attention to Tetras.  The plant vines curled up around the legs of her horse and as much as it would have loved to rear back and run away, it could not.  As the trolls surrounded them, Ophene gathered her a fire at her fingers, ready for an intense fight.  The trolls out numbered them, so it would have been a battle that ended in their deaths. . . Except it didn't go that way.  They took the giant multicolored bird and left with a warning as a gift. 

Ophene watched them with her fire still lingering above her finger.  They left peacefully, so she let them simply walk away.  No reason to start a needless fight like their swordwielding companion. . . In fact, Ophene had half a mind to reprimand the man for running off like he did, but that could wait for later. [color=7FFFD4]"Well, I suppose it's time we get a move on.  I think it's safe to say that the thing making these caravans disappear is that giant bird.   We should just carry through to our objective and plan accordingly."[/color]  She ended the statement with a sigh.  Now they needed to reattach the horse to the wagon. . .  She just hoped the others agreed with her.