Suddenly the foul smelling ork burst into flames! Greneth jaw dropped, and he shouted in panic! What in the light was going on?  He thrust his enchanted glowing blue sabre up into the ork intending to put the creature out of its misery,  but the blade merely whisked through a cloud of blackened ashes.  Grenneth pulled off his helmit letting the long bleached blonde hair to tumble down to his shoulders, revealing his  fair ageless smooth clean face and pointed ears. The wounded warrior  pressed his back up against the wall as he panted for air, when a woman's voice called out to him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF"><span style="font-style: italic">“Hey, you still alive?” She asked </span></span><br/><br/>The elf shifted uneasily  when she asked if he was still alive, his bright blue eyes glanced around taking in his surroundings... "I don't know... I don't think I am" he admitted. "What... what is this place?" he asked, worriedly as he quickly tucked the away the glowing white crystal orb into his pocket and eyed the strange woman...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0000FF"> “I’m going to help you but so help me if you try to kill me I will let you bleed out.”</span></span><br/><br/>Grenneth frowned, his hands relaxing on the sword hilt and then finally let it clatter onto the floor. Firstly he didn't want to end up like the orks, and secondly he to damned tired to raise the bloody thing. He arched an inquisitive brow, eyeing her speculatively.... "You are ... a human? I have never seen one before... can you heal or are you only capable of bursting things into flames?" he asked. His battered yellow  bronze armor creaked noisily  as he tried to adjust himself against the wall to get a more comfortable position.