The signs weren't good! The lovely Elven ranger's brow furrowed - She'd heard fighting, even before she'd found the torn arm...It must've happened moments ago, at most! She bit her lip, her gaze going to the ruts of the cart-tracks that criss-crossed the footprints - Her slim fingers clasping the medallion.<br/><br/>She'd missed them by<em>this</em>much. Unease coursed through the lovely ranger...The screams and howls still echoing in her ears! Eight against four...Ogres. Or something like that, just as dangerous.<br/><br/>As the keep loomed before her - crouching like some predator waiting to spring - a premonition of disaster coursed through her. She'd followed them all this way, but could she *really* face whatever awaited? Her honey-blonde bangs framed her lovely features, as Elyssa bit her lip hard, hard enough to taste blood...<br/><br/>She could return, and inform the others of what she'd found - But she knew that, without a doubt, the men would be dead if she did! No, she had to find some way to rescue them...By herself!<br/><br/>Drawing a deep breath, she'd approach the keep - Her keen senses pushed to their very limit, looking for a way in that wouldn't be discovered! If it came to it, she'd sneak in through the gates - Though she had little desire to!