Illyana looked at the man and felt very sad. "I do not know your story but I do not believe you should be ashamed of yourself. Every villager matters - be they soldier or not."<br/>She paused to take a moment to look around, more at ease with the man - though not entirely off-guard, either.<br/>There was no clear sign of civilization in any direction. She knew that there was a small river somewhere to the east and that that would probably be their best bet at finding assistance. She knew in her heart that she could not leave this man alone to fend for himself in the forest. He may not be from her clan, but she firmly believed her duty was to protect all people - be they kin or not.<br/>"Well, Unferth, I believe our best option is to continue traveling east to the FuilUisge<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">BloodWater</span>River. I'm certain there must be villages near it's waters."<br/>Illyana paused again, remembering the stories her father once told her of the river.<br/>It was named after a great massacre. A rogue enchanter had become addicted to bloodmagik and attempted to defy the Goddess by immortalizing himself. He rounded up hundreds of villagers and cut them down in the river. As their blood flowed through the water, he began to caste his spell. The Goddess was furious and as he raised the waters to surround and immortalize him, she froze the water in mid-air and drowned him in the very blood he had drawn from the innocent villagers. Though he was killed, many still claim the river was cursed and is yet filled with evil.<br/>She shook her head. No, those were only tales to scare her and the others around the fire at night. Magik isn't real.<br/>Again, Illyana looked back up at Unferth. "What do you say?"