Assallya Kressair walked across the small room that held the survivors of the crash carrying a bowl. She still wasn't exactly sure what it was that she had witnessed. It had been like the stories of old, a flaming chariot of the gods streaking across the sky. She had never seen the like. Setting herself down next to one of the goblinoid creatures and gently padded at his wounds with a damp cloth. None of the beings was seriously injured, mostly minor abrasions but infection was always a danger.

She was as beautiful as they came, with long slender graceful limbs despite a diminutive figure. Long lustrous golden tresses tumbled over small rounded shoulders. As she gently treated her charges she casually tucked a stray lock of gold behind one delicate tapered ear. She was attired in loose silken sleeves and pantaloons, her midriff bared and an onyx gem tucked into her belly button. Long slender fingers, the nails painted a glossy black, speckled in silver, twisted at the cloth and squeezed the mixture of alcohol and water back into the bowl and patted again at another superficial wound.

"Rest easy brave warrior," the elven woman said, blue eyes sparkling, "You will recover swiftly. Of this I am sure"