The girl holds onto Michelle, her fingers cold and slightly painful, though not dealing any actual damage. It is just enough to be uncomfortable, the feeling of death being channeled unwillingly through her.<br/><br/>"I don't know her name. She had deep blue hair, like the night sky when there are enough stars. Her skin held a light tan, but was stronger than that of a mortal I'm sure. Her tongue, too, it was long, like that of an Arcanaloth. She fought like a powerful warrior, though graceful, sliding through the air with her small axe-like weapon. She also had a small degree of evil magic. I believe she is a fallen paladin.<br/><br/>I am, or was, Snapdragon. Snapdragon Silverstride.<br/><br/>Please, please hurry. I am afraid that if this continues for too long, I will lose control of my being and become a villain myself. Already my dear friends have been influenced, even the plantlife, normally incapable of complex thought or moral decisions, has turned evil."