Ateznus smiled, watching the scene. He reached out, to grab her shoulders, to comfort her. However, he heard the shifting of sand, and the hissing of his own serpent. 

His hands quickly grabbed her waist, lifting her up on Seth. "Return home, quickly." He ordered the serpent. It had before listened to him, and he hoped to whatever gods were listening that it would now.

He spun around, taking out his sword. Finder, named the day he lost his ear. Named so because "It makes those who are Lost, no more." A good blade, serving him well his ears of using it. He pointed it forward...as they appeared. The Lost

All different, yet all the same. Ragged and rotting, somehow walking like mortal men. Elf, human, and dwarf, the forest cared not who died in it's grasp, it took them all the same. They appeared physical, yet were only souls of those damned to stay in the forest for the rest of eternity. They said if you slayed them, it freed the souls, but Ateznus knew better. He knew the only thing that happen was the trees taking the souls, ripping away even the freedom of moving through the forest.

"Catiel, take Seth and leave. Do not look back." He ordered