When Jalna regained consciousness, her vision was hazy and blurred, the only thing she could make out was a gentle glow of light before her. As warm, merciful waves of healing washed through her, the world started to take shape and substance before her, sound also returning as if she was pulled back from a great distance.<br/>Before her was the image of a man with handsome features, dark hair and beard, both with the slightest hint of gray. From his facial features he didn't appear to be older than forty summers, but his eyes reflected the experience of a life filled with struggle. He wore the vestments of a knight, as it was described to Jalna by her mother, both adorned with symbols of the sun, color long faded from the ragged and torn tabard. This man was holding his hand to her naked chest, placed firmly between her exposed breasts, with light glowing from the contact as any ache or pain in her vanished at his touch.<br/>Just like that, Jalna became more aware of her situation and surroundings. She was in a tent, much like one of the tall ones in the camp she was trying to scout. She was ambushed, but as the man removed his hand, there was no sign of her wound other than a blood soaked and torn top discarded next to her, while she was lying on her back on a makeshift bed, wearing nothing from the waist up. Her cloak and belongings were not in her current field of vision but she saw a familiar glint of light from the pommel of her sword on the far end of the tent, currently out of her reach.<br/>As she took all of that in, the man kneeling before and over her noticed that she came to.<br/>"She's regained consciousness." he said, causing two small but firm hands coming out from nowhere, or rather behind her take hold of her wrists and tying them together over her head before she could muster any strength. There was still a shock from her near death experience, even though the wound was gone without a trace.<br/>"I have saved your life by the grace of the Sunmaiden. Do not squander this gift by trying to attack us. I only wish to know who you are, where you came from and why you were sneaking around our camp." he spoke, shortly followed by a female voice from behind Jalna, almost musical in its tone and pronunciation of an elegant, fluid language she had no understanding of. The knight answered firmly, as if issuing an order, standing up to his full height of six feet or so. On his side, a sheathed knight's sword. It couldn't be the weapon that injured Jalna, it was too heavy, too thick.<br/>A moment later, the hands still holding her let go and a dark figure circled around the tent, leaving them alone. She was a gorgeous woman with pointed ears, like the elves she heard stories of. She had glowing eyes, shining with an inner light and silvery hair, but her skin was black like obsidian. On her belt, was a long, slender blade with an elegant hilt, the sight of which gave the young barbarian chills. She only gave them a single glance before exiting.<br/>"I understand you were attacked, but if you answer my question and hold no hostility you will be safe." the knight addressed her again.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Jalna recovers 1 hp from lay on hands.<br/>With a history or religion check of 6 or better she will know that divine powers like cleric and paladin spells or class features are only granted by Lux. The only other deity is Tenebrax who is the origin of arcane magic.<br/>If her check is 13 or better she will also know that Lux no longer grants such powers, having used what she could spare to empower her chosen on that fateful day.<br/>She was clearly healed by divine power so there is either another source of divine magic or there is more than one surviving champion of Lux.</div></div>