She watched as a figure walked towards her. Swiftly, yet it aura felt cold... Yet even if with it's aura, Lyra couldn't help but trust it. It wasn't like her way of trusting Oralin. No, it was as though it was part of herself. Or more so, she was part of it. "Child. " it's voice was deep and chilling, and yet it was, in a way, familiar. Lyra didn't know how, or why, but at the moment, it was besides the point. "Wh-what do you want from me?!" She asked, prepared to pull out her stolen sword. Only, the sword was gone. "Hush, child. I wish to help you along your journey. Now's not the time. Right now, leave, and don't get yourself killed" the figure said. Slowly, the beautiful, perfect world faded away. At first she felt like she was falling. And then, she woke up, lying there on the ground. Same place as she was, but Oralin seemed to be looking at belt, which was taken from a soldier. She groaned and sat up. "Oh! Hey, you're up. I noticed you had a sword and a sheath, but nothing to keep it on. Take this belt" he tossed he the belt, and she caught it. "I think I know a place we could go to first. I don't know if it's still safe, but our best chances of making it there before it's attacked are higher we go now" Oralin said, grabbing the captain's pouch "might come in useful later"
