Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br/><br/>Trakas offered his pet a bit of praise in Druidic, but it seemed half-hearted as he rushed to the girl. The male placed his hand on the girl's shoulder.<strong>"There there, it's alright... you're safe now,"</strong>he said soothingly as he looked the victim over for physical wounds in need of healing.<strong>"My dear, my companion Alice is a Paladin. She's going to check if you're evil as a precaution, but until she says otherwise I'm going to assume you're not. What is your name?"</strong>he asked, brushing her hair out of her face and dabbing away some of the tears and saliva on her cheeks and chin with his cloak. He reached into the pocket of the green garment, drawing out the flask of hot tea yet again. His big hands gingerly unscrewed the cap before he offered it to the whimpering girl.<strong>"It's tea. Drink,"</strong>he offered warmly. Then he looked over his shoulder to Roland, speaking in the reptilian tongue again; the spell still had a few minutes left to function.<br/><br/><strong><em>"My friend, do you smell anything?"</em></strong>he asked. Though all of his caution was probably unnecessary, Trakas was a firm believer in the powers of knowledge and preparation. More than one pure-hearted adventurer had been cut down because they assumed a battle was over, or because they assumed a crying girl was a victim and not an actress. The Druid wanted to be sure that neither himself nor any of his companions would meet the same fate.