<em>As she nears, Celie hears the sound of metal reverberating from parrying and striking, of indistinct cries, both in exclamations and in the arcane, indecipherable language of magic and even more faith-filled ones, unintelligible prayers that mark the casting of divine magics. More explosions. A stream of curses in Abyssal, from what sounds like a darkly sinister voice. It seems, whoever they are, fiends may be involved... and, from the sound of the voices that cast the magics, so are mortals. She could try to get into a tree for a clearer look-- and she knows she's getting closer to the clearing in which they must be fighting. But, on the other hand, that may cost valuable time, especially if the side she would fight for is losing...</em>