The last thing Delwyn remembered was being grabbed up by the hulking, hideous hobgoblin... and then thrown to the ground like trash. She was knocked unconscious for the battle that ensued, only waking at raised voices. She lurched in pain, drawing her knees to her head, which throbbed in protest to light, sound and the raised voices.<br/><br/>As she opened her eyes, she saw the carnage, and the victors. She rubbed her head through her thick ebony locks, and set her eyes on her... saviors? Humans... great. Well, she was in human lands, and she wasn't a native, so technically she was the oddity, or would be if it weren't for the elf bleeding from her leg. Delwyn sat up, and stood uneasily to greet the men and women who saved her. They seemed all-in-all displeased by the presence of the other elf, so she gathered they were fairly normal humans, uneased by the length of one's ears and life. She decided it was better to chance it and deal with the consequences later than to ignore it and incur guilt.<br/><br/>She stepped forward and took a deep breath, when she spoke, it was obvious she was not a local, her voice was calm, almost etheral in presence, you couldn't really be sure you heard anything at all..."Hello?" She called over the raising of voices. Her voice couldn't be called yelling, it was too soft. "Thank you for saving me, I would offer reward but the goblins took everything I had with me. It is all around here somewhere, I am sure." She laughed uneasily. "I am of the<span style="color: #4080FF">tel'quessir</span>, the elves... and seeing as my last traveling companions have been... dispatched, I would be grateful for safe travel to whichever town is your goal." After a moment, she looked around at the blood and bodies, stepping over  a couple goblins, she neared herself to the party. "As you can see I am unarmed, but I am gifted in the ways of words, and... other forms of entertainment." She shyly bowed her head, "<span style="color: #4080FF">Tua llie en aminna, tenna utullie uuma irma en aminna</span>. I am in your service until such time as you no longer desire my presence." Though any elf would recognize the double entendre in the native tongue 'until you no longer desire me.'<br/><br/>Should she be refused, it would be their choice, and she would finally be free, but should they agree, should would hold to her word. She silently cursed the bonds of the elven language, of her people who so readily rejected her yet still flowed through her veins. her head bowed, she looked to the ground, stained with blood, which had began to seep to her, so she pulled her blue robes off the ground, staining her feet with blood. She was accustomed to blood, but refused to dirty her robes, they were her only coverings, and she refused to go naked.