Dara looked down at the arrows sunk into her chest, she balked and felt the sword slip from her hand as she fell back against the tree. She looked up and around at her companions. This was not how she invisioned things happening, yet it was some how fitting. She began to whisper a prayer to Elhonna in an effort to beg her deity for a quick death, and for her companions to be watched over. With her final breath she whispered a goodbye to her parents in elvish, as if the wind itself would carry her words to them.