[h1][center][i][color=9e0b0f]Frei[/color][/i][/center][/h1]

Frei arrived in time to see colorful heads, one a sunken violet and the other pink, a young man and a woman respectively, from what she could tell. The former started off, and instinctively she wanted to call out for him to wait. Surely someone so frail in appearance should not wander in a place like this, not alone.

But he wasn’t, for not a few moments later she heard the chattering of other voices. Perhaps he would be safe for the time being, but she would be sure to check just as soon as she got some answers. 

The pink-haired girl had stayed behind, and much like the young man she appeared petite and battered. Was she a child? Frei shuddered to think children might be caught up in whatever horrific things were going on, but she also found her resolve strengthened at the notion. 

Upon closer inspection she found the girl to be brandishing a ruined sword, at which point Frei came to a stop and put out a hand in open surrender. 

[color=9e0b0f]”I’m sorry,”[/color] she said softly, as much due to the condition of her throat as her will to lower her own voice. [color=9e0b0f]”I don’t mean to startle, I’m a friend.”[/color]

It occurred to Frei that the statement, however well meaning, could be a lie. She didn’t know who this girl was, where she came from, or how she was mixed up in the current events. In their prior lives, they might have been mortal enemies, or they might have been complete strangers. The sword in her hand could have been plunged into the hearts of Frei’s closest allies, or loved ones, if she had any, or it could have been used in the protection of innocent lives. 

Looking around at the carnage, and hearing the distant voices again, Frei felt it a risk worth taking. Slowly, hand still out and open, she approached. 

[color=9e0b0f]”My name is Frei, I just woke up not too far that way. Are you alright? Do you need help?”[/color]

Suddenly aware of the sword she carried, Frei gave the handle a few good tugs. It remained firmly sheathed through the leather straps binding it. [color=9e0b0f]”Oh sorry. See? Shut tight, I promise I won’t draw it on you, if you promise not to stick me with yours. Deal?”[/color]