[Aradaewen]

Radae heard the groan and the answering call. She carefully, cautiously picked her way around the bodies of the fallen towards the voice. Then she heard the addition of Faye's unmistakeable tones, and knew there was trouble. Not bothering with the earth any more, she took to the skies with a rush of wings. She arrived at Shade's body in time to see an orc band making off with Faye, their tireless legs dragging her at an incredible pace. Within ten seconds- they were gone. She knew even she could not catch up with them. She turned her attention to the here and now- Shade. He lay in a gorey pool of his own blood, a knife of blackened, wickedly curved steel protruded from his upper leg, and he had a nasty gash down the side of the head. She turned elven and knelt at his side. She didn't know what to do for him...