The battle seemed to be over now. Bricen made with incredible haste down the remainder of the hall and around the corner. Blood, corpses and a group of heavily injured people were umong the dead bandits. He looked at the group and soon spotted a young maiden with a hair color he had not seen in many years… Could she be…? Maybe, he looked among the others. He was no healer, but he approached the group. “May I be of assistance?” He asked in a strong and firm tone of voice, but speaking to no one in peticular. He sheathed his sword and was prepared to do what he could to help these people. They looked nothing of bandits and t was obvious they fought against the savages. So, there was no denying that he should assist them... and see if his thoughts were right about the young, white haired woman.