When Arva awoke the next morning he found himself momentarily startled to discover Ariadne was nowhere to be seen, until a quick scan of the campsite revealed her stood near one of the ruins, speaking to a figure who appeared to be wreathed in an eerie golden glow. Uncertain whether it was safe to interrupt he waited until the figure had vanished and she had walked back to the campsite.<br/><br/>"Is that what the Kira'nai really look like?" Arva asked. "I thought they were simply especially...talented members of certain races."<br/><br/>"I'm not sure we have time to discuss what they really are," Ariadne said as she set about retrieving her arrows from the corpses. "Considering they saved my life though I'm glad they lingered long enough for me to offer my own gratitude." She stopped by one goblin, killed by the only black flighted arrow in her quiver, pausing for a moment before pulling it out and walking back to the fire. She took a pouch from her belt, pouring something over the arrowhead and uttering a few words. The tip glowed green for a moment before it dissipated, and then Ariadne returned the arrow to her quiver.<br/><br/>"Does Ebony know what that arrow is for?" Arva asked. "Or, I should say, WHO it is for?"<br/><br/>"I hope it is not something I have to use it for," Ariadne replied. "I certainly didn't intend it for a mere goblin."