<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/t76kZ.jpg)  </div>They'd struck a tenuous agreement.  All should be well between these two... the barbarian, Xenathiel, is clearly no foe to nature.  She's a lover of a good fire circle, a good tale, a warm bed, a soft-skinned companion... she hated the raiders, she hated the Drow.  They should have been at peace.  Yet, somehow, the two of them had never quite struck things off as they should.  Perhaps because Xen's axe had felled too many wild beasts.   Perhaps because her fires consumed too many trunks of trees.  Or, most likely, because Xen was a barbarian who lived alongside and upon nature, while the druid was of nature itself.  But they would collaborate in this salvage... when they met on the beach at daybreak, they'd been little more than friends.  But now, they were partners... protecting each others' interests, sharing a wealth of salvage.<br/><br/>The river of stand that borders the water is dotted here and there with the debris of the wreck.  The incessant tidal lapping brings pieces of broken wood, fragments of casks, tangled rope waterlogged and floating like the arms of expired leviathans... the damage is profound, but the occasional fragment of the lost ship emerges in the white sand.  An unbroken bottle here, a barrel there... but at the sight of a wet-clothed body, its hair matted and wet, its form limp and ragged, Xen's excitement mingles with concern.  On one hand, she had no desire to build a pyre here, as her people would have... nor did she desire to leave a once-living soul as crab fodder.  But still, what insight would that person give into what had transpired..?  And what if they lived?  What news would they bring, what tales to tell of the worlds beyond..?<br/><br/>So when that limp rag of a body began to move, Xen jumped in surprise.  To the woman they'd found, the copper-skinned elf, with her tattoos and lean muscles, must have seemed strikingly barbaric-- perhaps even monstrous in her battered state of semi-consciousness.  But her long ears prick up at the sound of the woman's breath, and after only a moment's shared glance with the druid, she eases back a bit.  "Help her if you can... I will aid you."