Aeryn stays very still when the axe blade sank to her chest.  She keeps her eyes locked onto the barbarian's gaze, keeping outwrd calm.  But she doesn't know quite what to say.<em> An assassin?  Me?</em>Of all the charges she ever thought she might have to face, that is certainly not on  the list.<br/><br/>The arrival of another elf, a druid from the look of her doesn't exactly still her growing panic.<em>Another elf?  Are their any humans at all around here?</em><br/><br/>And just to prove things can always get worse, they do.  Yet another arrival, a red skinned, uh person, she gives it the benefit of the doubt.  Who knows about the battle at sea clearly.  Her eyes flick to the dagger in her boot, too far away.  And her spells are badly depleted, she had pretty much shot her bolt during the shipwreck.<br/><br/>"Oh dear."  She mumbles quietly.<br/><br/>(OOC:  Aeryn has not had the opportunity to regain her spells used in the shipwreck/battle:  Spells remaining:  L0: 4, L1: 1, L2: 1, L3: 1, L4: 0.)