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[indent]Rena's eyes widened as the skeletal hands emerged and held onto her face and head. Her body felt pinned to the table, almost as if she was in some kind of trap. This was supposed to heal her?! She had never dealt with this situation before and she felt her body resisting; yet she wasn't moving. There was a tingling sensation through her body as it traveled towards her ankle. Her green eyes peered out an opening, watching as the others prepared to fight. Though she only saw four of them, there had to be more. There always was more... Her mind was racing as she struggled to regain control of her limbs. Injured or not, she wasn't going to just sit; they were after her. It was only a matter of time before they revealed her true identity and she wasn't sure how the group would react... Especially since they all just risked their lives to help--a half-ling.

There was a faint growling from the trees as Saedd pulled the garlic from his cloak. "Your meer herb cannot save you here," a louder one hissed and their footsteps fainted. The branches of the trees rustled and they were brought forward by the necromencer's beckon. The larger one of the four took a few steps forward. "We will spare you if you give us the small elf." He demanded, his voice booming through the forest. Birds scattered from their nests as the ground shook.[/indent]