She fluttered her eyes at the breath of air that waved trough the small room. The towering figure of the orc was blocking out the light of the fire from outside, making only a tall dark shadow visible before her eyes. She could see the outlining of his physique, dark and powerful and she couldn't help but feel a shudder sliver down her spine from the sight before her. Her throat was aching, dry and damaged by the smoke she was barely able to speak. To sqeeuk out her soft but gentle voice was more then just a mission to her, but she no doubly knew that he could hear it nonetheless.<br/><br/>"I...I...I'm not.. not a cultist.."<br/><br/>Any enemy of the cultist was an ally to her she hoped to believe, and with that thought she stretched out her most burned arm, trembling with her last remaining strength she tried to reach out to this new person. This saviour, her last hope of survival.<br/><br/>"p...please... h-help me..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>