Celestine had never been so scared. Cold sweat rising on her skin, arms and legs trembling, she realized she was completely out of protection. As the troll's head rolled in on the floor, she made a muffled scream of horror, quieting it down with both of her hands. Then she saw the orc's reaction as the creature was calling for a name, and suddenly felt like sitting between a siege engine and the wall it would soon be charging at. Adrenaline kicked in, and her feet began to move once again.<br/><br/>With no way out, Celestine headed as far from the danger as she could; from the goblin and her bodyguard at the far end of the room, and from the warpath of the monstrous creature in the middle. Standing straight up again, the high heels of her black shoes lifting her to the height of nearly six and a half feet, she began to regain her confidence.<br/><br/>She had never been very good at persuading anyone by herself, but it was a good thing that she had, with her, over fifty other voices to speak for her. A large pouch of coins landed on the table in front of the elf, who was sitting in the dark by the stairway. Celestine tapped on the pouch, causing the coins to rattle. "My little friends here are saying you wanted to get me out of this mess," she said, and leaned forward against the table.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>