[Halbereth Diagona]

From the direction where she had run, there was a bloodcurdling scream. Out of the trees came a figure swathed in a silver cloak, the hood pulled down low over it's head. It snarled in a low, rough voice:
"Not one move or little miss squealer squeals her last." It was then they realised that he was dragging Hiemlilek along, holding a sharp dagger to her throat. The metal glitnted brightly. Then the figure dropped his dagger and realeased her. He was positive he knew one of them, but he could not say where.
Then it hit him. Firestorm!