As the headache cleared and the halfling regained her bearings, it all came back. She'd been attending the festivities with many other residents of Kenabres, dressed to the nines in her full fighting kit, if only to show off a bit compared to the other younger warriors and civilians. Warm drink, good food, what wasn't to love? It was only when a bright light shone, and a shadow fell over the city, that she realized something wrong was happening.<br/><br/>With the rize of arguably the greatest demon of the Worldwound, and the guardian of Kenabres to challenge it, Lissa and others were conscripted into helping the Crusaders fight against the rising tide of demons. Lissa's quick daggers and the blades and arrows of her comrades helped, but only for so long against the ceaseless swarms. In a way it was actually rather fortunate for Lissa that the ground split when it did, since her fall inadvertantly saved her (though not the others with her) from being overwhelmed at the hands of lesser demons.<br/><br/><strong>"That's right . . . Khorramzadeh attacked the city after the Kite . . ."</strong>The small blonde groaned, rolling her shoulder, before raising her sunrod up again to better see the others.<strong>"Either of you injured? I picked up a few tricks from the priestesses of Desna. Got a fully-stocked healer's kit even, thankfully. I'm a bit sore, but I think I'm okay thanks to Terendelev's powers."</strong>