Vanylle glanced over her shoulder at the Troll. "Reinforcements. That's good." Her voice was rather frosty. She had never liked Trolls. Something about them eating elves... And not in the good way. "You! Watch the "Farm." Okay?" Without waiting for a reply, she kicked her heels into the sides of the skeletal raptor between her thighs. "Heyah Micah!" she shouted, charging up the slope to the Lumber Mill. Her sword bounced on her hip, and the shield on her back clattered. She had never understood the whole "sneak attack" ideal. The glory was in the fight!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>