<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/enchanted-series/images/2/29/Half_Demon.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150512200914)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em> Silvassa</em><br/><strong>Hit Points:</strong>38/38<br/><hr/><br/>Silvassa had, for her part, tried to maintain a "pleasant distance" from the strangers that she found herself with.  Sure, she had questions... and at times, she was even prepared to provide answers.  It was difficult not to be curious if there was some strange common thread that united them; if they were prisoners, than their jailer certainly must have had some reason -- or, at least urge -- that inspired the unknown hand to move.  Man and woman, devout and self-serving, blade-wielder and book-reader all seemed to be represented in the unlikely hodge-podge, though.  That, of course, eventually led to an urge to be somewhat distant... especially given that, if Silvassa's past was to blame for her own captivity, an apt enough question might be,<em>"Which one?"</em>These were matters not to be discussed with unknown and untrusted companions, though.<br/><br/>Then of course, came the rumbling and trembling, which in and of itself seemed only a portent of the fissure and guest that was to come.  He was wounded, and seemed to even be trying to communicate, even if that communication was simply the universally understood '<em>this whole slowly dying is a rather unpleasant experience</em>'; less universal was that damnable song again, which, at least, brought Silvassa attention and feet slowly towards the perimeter of the wounded.  With her scarlet and serpentine eyes she watched as several whom seemed to see themselves as skilled in the arts of healing stepped forward.  Though the thought crossed her mind that whomever made such a good attempt to see the woodland creature meet its' end may have had good reason, she also had reason to believe that said creature might have some knowledge of how to escape the strange place.  Subsequently she kept her concerns to herself, even if she did choose to stay a healthy amount of steps away, ensuring that the more bold members of the group were, distance-wise, far more tempting targets if 'wounded' and 'harmless' were not interchangeable.<br/><br/>"<em>If you speak at least do so why they attempt to mend you</em>," her alto voice tried first in Common, and then Draconic.  "<em>There are clearly no guarantees that any words you wish to share will have a later to wait for</em>."<br/>