Illiana was torn, between her love for the old man and the possibility that maybe, just maybe she’d be able to help all of humanity, as Tarion himself put it.  She sighed softly and rested her head in her hands.  “I...”  She whispered, and shook her head.  Could she really leave the aging man to defend the village in her stead?  He was a fantastic warrior, but...  His age had slowed him.  If he fell victim to the monsters, she’d never forgive herself.<br/><br/>Yet, there was the chance...  The dimmest hope that she, and Xira could truly turn the tide.  Women might not have to fear being transformed into broodmares.  More importantly, no one else might need to suffer as she had suffered.  No more would family’s be ripped apart.<br/><br/>“I’ll go...”