Wren's eyes took in the hellish sight that splayed out behind the young woman on the ground.  Blood and bodies strewn across the ground as the walls of the tent caught fire, the tendrils of flame fawning at all that neared.  She gripped the woman's hand tightly and helped to heave her to her feet and steady the girl who was clearly shaken.<br/><br/>The dark eyed woman cast her gaze downward as the woman saw the gruesome sight within and began to cry, feeling a tug at her own heartstrings.  This was certainly not what she had expected when she decided to try her hand at time travel.  She had expected simpler times, and this was far from simple.<br/><br/>As soon as the woman regained composure and began to move, Wren followed quickly beside her as they ran for the castle.  She took in the scenery as much she could while they traveled, though the sobering events that had taken place made the entire town seem grim rather than whimsical and historic as it might have appeared under different circumstances.<br/><br/>Entering the castle was still a moment that instilled awe, and Wren's mouth hung slightly ajar as the doors creaked open.  The young blonde turned from her, and the dark haired maiden hugged her staff close, uncertain of what to say.  Never before had she needed to console someone over such a loss.  Being a largely solitary creature she rarely dealt with much human interaction at all, and something so severe left her at a loss for words.<br/><br/>All she could do was offer a reassuring smile as she expressed her thanks, and hope that such a simple gesture would suffice.  Catching movement from the corner of her eye she too cast her gaze towards the gate where the men stood.  A feeling of rage began to swell up within her as her grip tightened around her own weapon, clutching it cautiously as the men turned and headed the opposite direction.<br/><br/>Wren found herself slightly startled as the woman took her hand, noticing how soft this woman's hand felt under her own, more calloused fingers.  Running beside her Wren took a look around as they passed another set of doors, coming to a halt beside the smaller woman.  Carefully she eyed the approaching man, being cautious of everyone at a time like this certainly couldn't hurt.  She listened to the two speak, finally able to catch the woman's name as the man spoke to her.  Lani.    It was simple, but pleasant.  Elegant.  Surely she was someone of importance here, dressed as she was and running about in a castle like this.<br/><br/>As the woman introduced herself formally, Wren smiled again.  Laylani Alta, most certainly the name of an important woman.  She opened her mouth to introduce herself, though the mage found herself interrupted as another man approached.  She jumped, slightly startled by the newcomer but watched the interaction quietly.  Her eyes widened as she was recognized her for deed, standing up straighter and bowing her head to the man who seemed like he was important as well.<br/><br/>The promise of a place to stay was reassuring, as Wren had been wondering where she might find lodgings in this new time and place.  She laughed weakly, anything more than a half-hearted chuckle seemed out of place in such a somber situation.<br/><br/>"My name is Wren Shaw.  You don't have to thank me, I only did what anyone else would have done.  But I much thank you for offering a room, I am new to the area," she admitted cautiously, unsure of how newcomers were taken in a place like this, especially considering the recent events.<br/><br/>"I'm just glad I was able to help."