Trischal's humming was cut off when the large woman started yelling at him about Sali. He blinked slowly at her then moved his arm up to point over his shoulder with the bloody dagger, indicating with the bloody blade the direction he had seen the now mostly topless young woman had gone.<br/><br/><br/>When the unhumanly roar sounded, he turned to look in the direction it had came from, wondering what kind of creature could cause such a noise. When it finished, Trischal glanced over at the Templar nursing his arm and pondered what to do next. He didn't have any real ties to this village and now that the bandits here were dead he could go back and try to free the women that were taken. On the other hand, he figured that if the bandits won here, they would attempt to drive out his clan anyway. Plus he didn't know the exact location of where the women were taken and Trischal had some unfinished business with the Bandit leader for attacking their wagons.<br/><br/>Sighing as his mind was made up, Trischal wiped the blood from his blades and sheathed them while he slowly walked over to a nearby stand that sold musical instruments. Picking up a lute, Trischal leaned against the stand and began to strum the chords, not playing any particular song but stringing the sounds together to make it sound like one. He figured that the villagers would fall back to the chantry nearby, so the elf would wait for them, playing music that should calm and inspire them to fight harder than before when they heard it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>