"Curses," Deborah said in a voice for Nuri's ears alone, "I wish we had a way to make them linger here a bit longer, until some of the fighters and the Mayor can arrive."  She saw the ogres, slowed by their burdens, moving toward the woods.  Then she got that dangerous look in her eyes.  Nuri knew she had an idea.  She looked Nuri in the eye.  "No matter what happens, just keep going.  Get to the Mayor and the fighting men, tell them where these beasts are.<em>No matter what happens</em>."  She then uttered a few words, touching herself.<br/><br/>Getting a shocked look in her eyes, Deborah looked like she was freaking out at the sight of the ogres.  "Run, run for your life," she screamed at Nuri, still in sight of the beasts, prodding him to run.  Turning her head so Nuri alone could see, she winked at him.  As Nuri fled, Deborah followed...running about ten feet, then tripping over an unseen root or rock protruding from the ground.  Splayed out helplessly on the ground, her skirt hiked up so her smallclothes were showing.  "Go on Nuri, I think my leg's twisted or something...ahhhrg..."  Looking at him, then at the ogres with their captives, letting out a plaintive wail.<br/><br/>(OOC: It's all an act, of course.  After casting<em>sanctuary</em>on herself, Deborah ran, then pretended to fall and be injured.  But the actual extent of her injury is a slightly skinned knee and nothing more.  The purpose of this gambit is to get the ogres to take an interest in her, and thereby buy a couple of minutes until reinforcements can arrive and liberate the villagers captured by the ogres.  Deborah staged the fall so her staff is only a few inches from her hand...)