Hurt and exhausted Viridys staggers away from the treeline, approaching the fire more on instinct that conscious thought, her body battered and bruised.
Kiva points the woman out to K'exik and Denovan. "Do either of you recognize her? Was she on the Roc's Talon?"
Kiva draws her sword and watches from the shadows near the opening.
From his trance-like position, the Emissary seems almost truly elven. His golden eyes flutter open, he breathes deeply and as he gazes out, his hands idly go to his belt to draw forth another potion to allow him to continue to safely breathe air. "I am not certain."
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Viridys, through the shimmering waves of flame you see a khoravar woman with dark hair and a lovely face- accented by touches of makeup even out here in a lost isle of Shargon's Teeth. You notice two other figures moving and stirring as you hear low words being exchanged in the common tongue. Two male companions sit up- one has a ruggedly handsome devil-may-care look about him, the other is a rail-thin elf with aquamarine tinges to his look.
Staggering towards the fire Viridys calls out to the trio. "Can I...share your fire?"
Kiva watches the woman's approach, taking in her ragged appearance with wary eyes.
"Who are you? Where have you come from?" She responds.
”Came here….by ship. Ran aground. We were attacked….by sea devils. Bound with other prisoners. They kept me from using my magic, beatings and striving kept e unconscious most of the time. Finally escaped into the forest.” she replies clearly at the point of exhaustion.
Kiva considers the strangers words, weighing out the benefits and potential pitfalls of allowing her to join them. "You're injured, but can you fight?"
If nothing else, perhaps she can be used as a distraction in a fight.
A tall elf leans forward, long dark green hair framing a thin angular face also tinged with green. His hand grips a trident of bone, and the tabard he wears displays the symbol of the Devourer.
"Are you being followed?"
"Yes I can fight. Not at full strength but I can function." Viridys says tiredly. "To the best of my knowledge, I don't think I was. I changed shape before escaping, didn't change back until the forest."
The elf sighs. "Forgive my eager companion. Denovan seems to have lost his tact when our airship crashed. We were laid low by the actions of a dragon... that seems to be working with the sahuagin that inhabit the shores of this island."[b] Standing and side stepping around the fire the elf bows, [b]"I am the Emissary K'exik Alezara. If my companions do not object, you are welcome to share the security of our fire while you recover. If you are willing, we could use your assistance at first light to find the place of your captors."
"I'd be happy to help you find them. Once I've had some rest I mean to make them pay for what they did. There were others there. They might still be alive." Viridys says with a sigh of relief. Looking at the human man she shakes her head. "No, I am a denizen of Twilight, walker of the natural ways. Some would call me Druid."
Kiva bites back a scathing remark about telling strangers all of our secrets and scoffs instead. "By all means, come sit by the fire and rest. The Emissary is right, tomorrow you will show us where you were held."
K'exik smiles. "I would rather her within weapon's reach than have to scramble about if she tries to flee, and at this point any lead is better than following the rhythmic annoyance of clacking crab claws..."
Assessing the self assured woman and the calm elf for a moment, Viridys shrugs. In truth she was running on willpower at the moment and simply gglad they's aggreed.
"Thank you." she says moving closer to the fire and sitting down.