Several large creatures she could only determine as orcs crammed inside. Their large hulking bodies took up what little space her home afforded. She could hear one swing a heavy weapon into the cabinets sending countless glass bottles full of her work shattering to the floor. She felt a couple move close to where she lay. She could feel them towering over her but she didn't dare move or open her eyes. All she could do was hold her breath. Was her attempt at deception good enough?

Instead of hearing another heave and crash of a weapon the intruders spoke. They did not speak in the common tongue but orcish. Still, she had no understanding of it; she instead paid attention to the tones they used. She couldn't be entirely sure, but they seemed to be discussing something. Maybe they were questioning on what to do? That would be strange. Why discuss that here? Why not just ransack it like everywhere else and leave? She didn't know, and for the moment, didn't care. She just wanted them gone.

One of the beasts spoke up, and mentioned one word even she recognized, [i] Fire.[/i] One spoke up and the lumbering bodies ran back outside their bold screams returning and disappearing in the chaos.

Robyn lay quiet and still for several more moments before she got ready to move, but another approaching person through the broken door. There was a small whimper and a woman's voice spoke up, "Now now, look not at her."

Robyn debated for a moment if this was a trap, but the streets have been relatively quiet, the major force having passed them. She felt the woman lean over her and touch her arm, and press against her back. She didn't know who she was, but from the sound of things there where injuries to be tended.
"This isn't even blood."

"It's not." She finally spoke as she shifted to stand help herself to her feet. Her blue eyes looked over the other woman; she had a benevolent aura about her. "Forgive my deception, but there is no time to explain now."

She didn't bother picking up the sword before moving to the desk and slowly pushed it aside. It made a rough skidding noise across the rough wooden floor. She knelt down and pulled open the trapdoor.

"We're safe for now," she said addressing not only His Majesty and his companion, but the recovering in the beds as well, "but we need to get out."

Taking the time to pick up her sword she retrieved the scabbard from the wall and tied it to her waist before turning her attention to the sound of a whimper. Her eyes softened as she saw the child on the floor. She forced a serene smile despite the grim circumstances, "You must be here to see me, yes?"