The mystery of the moaning girl still churning in her head, Dawn frowned up at the ball of pixies. After a moment, she decided she didn’t like what was happening. The ashen elf was strange, and it didn’t look like she was as angry at the pixies as everyone else was. That was probably bad. Probably.<br/><br/>She nodded at Foran. “All right,” she said. He’d asked for help, and maybe she’d find out where the girl was. Plus, he didn’t seem like a bad sort. She flipped two of her daggers into her hands and closed her eyes, drawing forth the spark of her gift. A single white rune appeared on each blade, and a moment later, they were glowing white-hot.<br/><br/>She hopped down to Foran’s side, eyes on the ashen elf’s teasing foot. She wasn’t sure if he’d rather be freed or continue to enjoy himself, but began to slice through the roots regardless. The blade cut cleanly and evenly, hot enough to sear through the roots swiftly enough that they didn’t catch fire.<br/><br/>“I think we’re more interesting than pixies,” she said offhandedly as she worked. “I’d rather be served out of respect than fear.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>