<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/73/Sumara2.jpg)</div>Sumara flinched slightly as Atraea reached across the table dividing the two mismatched Elves. The attention and touch of a priestess was something to be feared in her experience. However when the Wood Elf took her hand she raised her gaze from her glass and saw only compassion and empathy in her companion's expression. The Drow felt a surge of warmth when Atraea professed friendship and felt the stirring of hope in her heart.<br/><br/>The moment of intimacy was shattered when the tavern's door was loudly and abruptly flung wide and a bleeding and exhausted guardsman staggered into the inn's common room. Sumara heard the injured man's hoarse and confused cries about Goblins and a Lady in peril. She looked back to her new found friend with nervous excitement. As a priestess, Sumara assumed that Atraea was bound to assist the village.<br/><br/>"Should we help? For what it is worth Atraea my sword and my bow are yours should you require them."