Delwyn was very inexperienced in the world, it seems that attempting to sell Minst swords and armor is a bad idea. She had gotten into trouble, or would have, if not for the trader who yet again saved her life. It seemed she was going to Shoven with the trader and his wife who had saved her from her prior captures. She boarded the wagon, laid down, and was soon asleep. They left in the early morning, and when Delwyn awoke, it wasn't morning... and she wasn't on the wagon. She sat up and saw goblins, hideous little creatures, as well as the bodies of the trader and his wife. She cringed and averted her gaze. "Awake, it's awake!" One called, a noisy voice that rang bitterly in her ears. "We have plans for this one!" it smiled a toothy grin... or what would have been toothy if it had anything resembling teeth left. They were already cleaning up the bodies of her saviors, as well as their wagon.<br/><br/>It was a while before things got interesting again, one of the goblins neared Delwyn. he spoke first in goblin, which was a series of grunts to her, she furrowed her brow and shrugged. She looked around, "<span style="color: #4080BF">Pedich Edhellen?</span>" The goblin fumed, and shouted some more. It was a moment more before the goblin used the common tongue.<br/><br/>"You sing... NOW!" he thrust a spear in Delwyn's face. "More caravans come... you sing.. they come here!" His voice was raspy and his breath was foul. Delwyn cringed and sighed again. The plan was obvious, they were to use her to lure others in and ransack them, probably murder them as well.<br/><br/>"And what shall I sing?" Her voice was light, airy, despite her trying to sound bitter and angry.<br/><br/>"Words.. You sing words NOW!" He looked anxious, her money, which they now held anyways, said the caravan they wished to ambush was nearing.<br/><br/>"Very well, I know an old elvish song that is a favorite of my people." She sat up straighter, even on her knees she was nearly as tall as the pesky goblin. The shadow in the corner that grumbled however was a different story, her eyes could only just make out it's shape, but it was large and angry.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #4080BF">Lliena Antha,<br/> Gothea Iant Sina Men. <br/>Linamin Tana Neuma. <br/>Ai'quen Tensina, Uumtul Llerin. <br/>Elegoth Rona Esgaluva.</span>"<br/><br/>Her voice rang sharply in the air, a haunting melody that the words didn't quite seem to fit. She prayed the goblins didn't speak elven. Even if they did, her elven was rusty at best, but the message was clear. Hopefully someone spoke elven, though she knew this was a long-shot. She sighed and repeated the song with different tunes. She even applied a lullaby-eque tone to it she had learned in Minst. All the while she shook, desperately afraid of the possibility the goblins spoke even a word of elven. Though she didn't wish to serve out her time here, she knew that if someone else came, her usefulness was done, and so was her life. However, if the caravan veered away, they may just keep her alive in hopes of her luring more in later.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #4080BF">Lliena Antha,<br/> Gothea Iant Sina Men. <br/>Linamin Tana Neuma. <br/>Ai'quen Tensina, Uumtul Llerin. <br/>Elegoth Rona Esgaluva.<br/>Llievar.</span>"