The elfe girl was familiar with<span style="font-style: italic">caith</span>and elixers - few of her forest folk weren't - so she shouldn't have been surprised to see blocks of ice bursting onto the already tumultuous scene unfolding around her, but her momentary confusion came from the fact that she'd felt no such stannum or vivum<span style="font-style: italic">caith</span>being manipulated nearby, nor had she seen any elixer's telltale familiars.  Her sharp elfe eyes noted the strange little man laying supine atop his large pack of supplies, arms and legs scrabbling in the air like an upturned beetle's, and seeing the rifle in his possession she quickly deduced that the rifle was some kind of<span style="font-style: italic">caith</span>artifice capable of turning its targets into icicles.  A laudable weapon then, since it seemed designed more to disable than kill.<br/><br/>Unfortunately sometimes death is the only option, the elfe girl considered as she reached her discarded bow and quiver of arrows.  Caithness were vicious beings of chaos, seemingly birthed solely to cause as much grievance in as little time as possible.  Even a relatively minor caithness such as this Lampire Bat could, if left unchecked, seriously wound or kill many innocent people before the unstable<span style="font-style: italic">caith</span>composing it finally disintegrated back into its constituent elements.<br/><br/>Drawing the nocked arrow with a smooth, steady motion, Gwenonwyn tracked the caithness as it darted about the courtyard of the Bailey Gate, flitting here and there as it sought to feed from its various cowering victims.  Honing in on the overturned, beleaguered wright, the Lampire Bat swooped wide before making a quick descent toward the man, and just before reaching its target the caithness suddenly burst into a cloud of golden smoke and showering crystals as Gwenonwyn's arrow struck true, destroying the creature and returning it to its crystalline form as glittering gold aurum<span style="font-style: italic">caith</span>crystals fell to the cobblestone street.<br/><br/>Gwenonwyn descended from her perch atop the pile of empty crates and made her way over to the fallen man with the ice blaster.  She offered a helping hand up if he required.  "Are you hurt?" she asked, concerned that the caithness caused by her own recklessness had injured anyone innocent.  Her only wish had been to heal that wagon driver, but overtaxing the aurum crystals in her amulet had spawned a creature of pure chaos and destruction, potentially endangering the lives of everyone in the Bailey Gate courtyard.<br/><br/>Reminded of the injured wagon driver, Gwenonwyn surveyed the ground around her, glimmering with the soft golden glow of the aurum crystals left behind by the Lampire Bat.  Using her power as an aurum elixer, the elfe gathered the healing<span style="font-style: italic">caith</span>at her feet and drew it within her body.  This was a poor allotment of aurum compared to her original amulet - creating and then destroying that caithness accounted for a lot of lost energy - but might just be enough to see to the driver's injuries.<br/><br/>Summoning the healing<span style="font-style: italic">caith</span>now inside her, the elfe girl set to the man's wounds with a gentle hand, as her golden butterfly familiars flitted in the air around her, invisible to any save another elixer.  With the wagon driver healed the scene in the courtyard slowly began to return to normal.  Men worked to calm the horses and reload the wagon's cargo; children were already running around playfully as they reenacted the battle with the caithness.  She smiled as she saw several of the lads pointing their cocked fingers at each other as they ran about, 'shooting' ice crystals at one another while imitating the signature shattering sound.<br/><br/>"It seems your device is a hit," Gwenonwyn said as she returned to the center of the courtyard with the man.  "My name is Gwenonwyn, by the way.  Gwen," she added, extending a hand in greeting.