<strong>Name:</strong>Senadra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest Clearing just within the Macedon border<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Blaque<br/><br/>Senadra tensed when she heard the crow, and opened her eyes to look at it...after a short moment, she sighed slightly and shook her head at herself.  It was just a bird...nothing to be concerned over.  A rather creepy bird, admittedly...the way it had looked at her served only to remind her how close a call she had been through.  How close, in fact, she still might very well be.  Just as she tried to get comfortable again, she heard the rustling of foliage nearby, which made her tense up.  This tensing only served to cause more pain....but instead of crying out as she had earlier, she simply gritted her teeth against the agony.<br/><br/>She struggled to stand up again, though it was clearly difficult for her...it was apparently difficult for her to keep her balance, too.  She attempted to step towards the source of the noise, and wound up stumbling.  The main thing that kept her from outright falling was that she wound up using the axe as a tool to give her a bit more balance.  Still, she did her best to remain standing as the man entered the clearing, as she wanted to at least appear as strong as she could.  The wyvern, a dark red in coloration, lifted his head at that point also, eying both her and the mage a tad warily.  It let out a slight hiss, though the exact context of the sound wasn't immediately obvious.  Just by a glance, the injuries seemed to be more in the head and neck region for the creature, caused by a heavy impact.  It would recover, though some help from a healer of one sort or another might speed it along.<br/><br/>Senadra herself was dressed only in very tattered and bloody rags, the same kind that were provided to all the slaves being kept in the area she had been taken to.  It had just been through fighting, on top of that.  There were several tears near most of the blood stains, almost all of which were bound to have some form of injury in the flesh beneath.  Her left sleeve was gone, baring her shoulder...the sleeve was poorly stuffed into a very nasty looking and moderately deep gash in the bared shoulder.  She peered out from beneath her dirtied azure hair, which was covering a good part of her face right now, at him.  She remained silent as he spoke of his offer to aid her....she let the silence hang for a moment as she chewed on her options here.  He was staying out of reach...and even if she tried to lunge at him, she knew she would fall short and he could easily dodge and counterattack....or hell, he looked like a caster.  He could probably kill her right now if he wanted....but that left one question for her.<br/><br/>"...why?"  Her voice was quiet, but also slightly raspy.  She hadn't had much to drink in a while, and likely not to eat either.  "Why do you want to help me?  Is it...out of the goodness of your heart?  Or are you just planning on taking me back to the slave camp after I'm healed?"  Despite the condition of her physical shell...it was clear there was a fire in those frost blue eyes of hers, as dim as it may be from her current condition.  She still remained suspicious, and watched him closely for his reaction...she remained resolute in being determined to choose death over re-enslavement.  She was teetering a bit though, and her head was starting to feel like it was swimming...she knew she was going to have to make a choice one way or the other quickly, and it all hinged on how he responded.