The soldier looked at her with wonder as she knelt by his side. Never has he seen a vision so lovely, and were he not injured... he would have asked if she had someone in her life. She looked like an angel as she opened a seal of one of her potions, and tended to him and lifted the potion to his lips. Slowly but surely, he drank all of the potion and he found his strength gradually returning and the gash of his arm slowly healing.<br/><br/>He blushed and said softly. "Thank you my Lady... my name is Trimis. I am a soldier in Prince Pelethar's army... we were fighting in a battle to the south. A large army of the Darklords were attacking the bridge of Alema. We were defending the bridge, with all our might... until I was snatched up by a foul Kraan and dropped into the forest... and that is why I am here." He then looked at her shyly and said. "Pardon me... milady, but are you a handmaiden of Ishir's?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ishir is the Goddess of the Moon in Magnamund Lore.</div></div>