The girl seemed wary of the trio initially, but when the Drow offered some assistance, her hesitancy led to the shuffling of feet as she approached the Drow. Minor scrapes, cuts, and bruises. Nothing life threatening, but the girl had to be under some pain. "I need your help and" She took a breath, her words a run on strong of syllables before she closed her eyes and took an audible breath. "I need your help. My father was getting our wagon ready to leave - my mother convinced him to stop being so stubborn, to make our way to Dalry. As he did though, Goblin wolf riders...They attacked Dad and almost killed him. My mother, she... offered..." She took a heavy swallow, tears beginning to well within her eyes. "She offered to go with them i-if they let my dad live. They did, barely... I haven't seen her in hours, and i've been looking. Dad's pretty mangled up at the farm, he's out of it. I did what healing I could, but... Please. I don't want to lose my dad, and my mom... I don't know what they want to do with her, but... I can't stop them. Please, I need help." She looked at the group, intent laid bare.