In the middle of the silent sanctuary that sound sleep brought, the young warrior was suddenly awakened by...someone poking her with a stick? Why, yes, a certain type of stick--a mage's staff! Through the haze of her gummy eyelids and watery, slumber-clouded vision, she made out the outlines of two figures: one with pointy ears and one without. Hmm? Human and elf?
"Who--who are you?" asked Perdante for the second time in less than two hours. "Did you come to find out what happened at my camp earlier? I hope so."