<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/650ad52b38278e3cd6f7bc7c7485137d--druid-elf-half-elf-druid.jpg)</div>"Elistraee truly does sing in your heart," Atraea replied, her smile radiating warm sincerity. "You hear a cry for help, and leap to answer the call without hesitation."<br/><br/>Atraea rises, and steps over to the injured guard. Placing two fingers upon his forehead, she whispers,<em>"May Elistraee ease thy burdens."</em>The cuts and bruises covering the guard fade, and he straightens up with renewed vigor. "I thank you, my lady," he says, a little hoarseness still lingering in his throat.<br/><br/>"What shrine do you speak of?" she asks. "If your Lady is in peril, my companion and I may set out immediately while you deliver your report to the guard."<br/><br/>"The Shrine of the Delian Order," the guard replies. "My Lady had gone to pay her respects when we were attacked. Take the southeast road. There is a footpath that leads out into the moors that will take you to the shrine. I shall give word to the Baron of your assistance, my lady..."<br/><br/>"Atraea," she replies, then gestures back towards her fiend. "And my companion, Sumara."<br/><br/>"Thank you, good elves," the guard repeats, and spins on his heel, going with all haste back to the castle.<br/><br/>"It shall take time for them to mount a rescue expedition," Atraea tells Sumara, worry evident on her face. "The two of us can move swiftly, and time is of the essence. I have a horse we can share."