The village elder turns to face the female slayer once again but this time his features seemed more relaxed now.  “It is nice to meet you Natacia.  And actually, the Sisterhood had already sent three representatives to help deal with our problem. But none have returned to the place they have gone to.”  He then shakes his head sadly.  “And that is why I said you’re better off not getting involved.  For what can you do where three others could not have?”<br/><br/>“Please elder, let her!” said a young man perhaps in his twenties who came out and joined the old man.  “It is far better than us doing nothing!” He turns to face Natacia, his piercing blue eyes filled with determination.  “Our womenfolk, they have taken from us, by the minions of Morkoth the Unseen, who came to our sleepy village during one day.  He, through his representatives, promised not razed our village if we do nothing in retrieving them.  Of course, some of us did not agree to those terms and set out to rescue our wives and daughters, but none have return to tell the tale of their fates.  Please we beg you, can you, in our stead, go forth and save our comrades and our womenfolk?”<br/><br/>“That is enough, Michael!” scolded the elder, suddenly interjecting.  “We can’t risk this woman’s life and wellbeing for our missing friends and families’ sake.  She does not know what she is getting herself into!”<br/><br/>“So what? Are we just going to leave them in clutches of those monsters?  That makes us no better than them!”<br/><br/>While the two men were fiercely arguing, Natacia felt something tugging down her robes by her waist.  It was from a small hand of a brown pigtailed-braided girl, who perhaps has seen eight summers already, with freckles on her face.  She gave Natacia an expectant look.  “Hey, lady.  Can you really save my big sister from the baddies?”<br/>