[center]Baeshri Pass - Crossing to Baeshri Forest[/center]
"If you believe that she may wait, then I am in agreeance." Ellorei was always one to come to the aid of a traveler. Being born into a nomadic tribe had given her a soft spot. Nonetheless, Ellorei curled her bare toes deeper into the dirt of the trail in hopes of feeling a natural disturbance of the earth. The reply was almost a soft moan, whenever explosions or sudden changes in the earth the response was always the same painful wail. Aside from the earth's pain, underneath the cry was a sob, a sound Ellorei had learned to mean blood had seeped into the ground. Ellorei attempted to contain her flinch as her pulse sped up. Just ahead something was most definitely awry. 
Ellorei began heading in the direction of the disturbance lighting her hands for the third time tonight and for a third time, she hoped that she'd need to put them away. Violence was never something Ellorei rushed into, but her deep need to protect often overruled her fears. 

As she crested the hill her hands grew from a soft glow to an open flame. Ellorei retrieved her staff from her back, now aflame as well. There were corpses on the ground, their heart beating not long ago, now being looted. This is why Gaia had instructed the druids to leave the cities, respect for life had all but diminished. Ellorei's grief almost took her reason, but a soft wind caressed her check with a message, "Hold yourself, my gentle one." Her flames dimmed but did not diminish, as she held her gaze to the caravan ahead. 

"Please tell me there is a reason," she spoke, "there has to be a reason."