Vaeri awoke to the sudden shout to come to arms. Her body felt a bit torn and sore from the battles earlier today, her arm wounds now crusted over with ugly scabs. [i]Well,[/i] she figured [i]looks like I will have two more scars to bear.[/i] Vaeri had had several hours of sleep, enough so that she was probably in the best condition she had been in today since she first arrived in the village. From the noise outside she could tell that something was wrong. Some foul being wanting a child. And it was strong. The cleric removed her cloak and cast it aside. She withdrew her weapons from her bag. Across her back was the bow and in her hands, her powerful axe. The last item she pulled from her bag on the floor was the Scroll of Protection from Evil. It was soon than Vaeri expected to need it, but no use being stingy in battle.

She read the scroll out aloud and allowed its magics to infuse her before tossing it onto the ground. Silently, the elf stepped over her bag on the floor and looked out the window at the unholy warrior, grinning from ear to ear. Vaeri took a few slow steps back before leaping out the window, landing in a crouched position on the street below.

"Felling a beast such as yourself would greatly please my lady, and I would be doing the world a favor." Vaeri stood to face her opponents, at the moment alone, the recklessness of her actions not registering in her head.