Gabriella was out scouring the land for supplies. Her bow and quiver across her back while she dawned a green thin robe. Normally it was white, but it stood out too much amongst the greenery. The robe was held together in the front with lacing that gave hints at her fair bare skin beneath it, down to the unseamed parting just starting at her thighs. Her red mane was left to cascade about her shoulders. Two satchels tied at her waist and a cloth bag in another hand. Herbs were gathered and various other supplies. She was far from the action in her temple. The bag was hung over her shoulders and she climbed up a rather tall old tree. It was damn near second nature for her and no surprise when she reached the middle of the large tree. The view she was granted was stunning, to say the least, but that was not the reason she was up here. Something was off and things seemed to have shifted, in a way. She heard the noise and felt a wave of heat, despite the faintness of it.<br/><br/>She was none too far from the commotion, and while it would have been best for her to turn and make a bee line back towards her home, that was not the first thing on the curious priestess' mind. What if someone was hurt? Her curiosity had long since prevailed on the silent and short debate of what to do. Smoke could be seen on the horizon and birds flew off in distress. There was certainly something going on. From the tree branch she hopped. Her faint sweet scent lingering in her shadow as she walked in the direction of the chaos. Towards what? She was not sure of yet. Along the way she shot a Bergluva. Nasty creature roared loudly just before it's death. While she would rather not take the life of another, she was not so willing to give up her own. Besides, the green spotted coat would make for a nice treat for the elder. Yet there was no time to linger. The beast had managed to sink a fang into her wrist and the pain was nothing to laugh at, but she pressed a palm against the wound and it looked as though she was searing it closed, yet nothing but wet blood remained upon the smooth surface of her unscarred skin. The tissue beneath the skin would heal all its own in due time and she could live with the pain, which would ebb away with time.<br/><br/>As she drew closer and closer she took great care in treading carefully. Before her eyes even landed upon the sight of the hunk of metal that crashed upon the gorgeous scenery of her home, she could smell the smoke, metal, and blood before hand. Someone was injured, but she also thought the worst - men. The though sent shivers to dance across the surface of her skin. One stop forward and she instantly cursed herself while her heart raced beneath her bosom and she heard the loudest twig snap amplified by ten. She froze, they couldn't have possibly heard that... could they?