[Roa_Aoife]

"Unh..." Roa mouned as she slowly came back to her senses. She was being supported by the young man from earlier. She groggily shook her aching head and coughed, trying to remember what happened. How did I get here? she wondered. The fire, the Inn, my arm, she winced, the fight, the ale, the... the... Roa couldn't remember how she'd been trapped. Vaguely she acknowledged the presence of an elf woman. She almost fell on the stairs, and the young man had to carry her the rest of the way. Some where within Roa groaned at her weakness, but that part was shrouded in pain. She shook her head again, trying to make the thoughts go back in place. Roa was losing that battle for consciousness. By sheer will, she stayed awake.

They made it to the outside, and she lay on the sweet smelling grass. The cool rain helped revive her. She sat up quickly, but collasped again from dizziness. "Easy," said the young man, "you've been hurt pretty badly." Roa managed to mumble something about having had worse, and sat up more slowly. "Who are you again?" "My name is Valthalion," the young manreplied. About that time, she heard a loud crash.

"What was that?" she asked. "I think the stairs to the second floor have fallen," the young man replied. Muttering a thousand curses, Roa climbed to her feet. Then she took off towards the crash zone, praying that no one had been there. "Wait!' Valthalion called. He easily caught up with her, but did not try to deter her from her goal. If I was not injured you wouldn't have caught me, she thought, more annoyed at herself than him. Again, she wished she knew what had happened in the cellar.