There stood a woman rushing out of the nearly destroyed mansion, she had tied up golden blonde hair and wore a black padded jacket that covered her breastplate. She also held a wand in her hand with a longsword bound to her waist. This familiar woman was Vivian. Vivian had left the battlefield for a better purpose, if she could not accomplish much in battle and only conjured healing and wind spells she would only become a burden, she knew this so she decided to help them another way.
" I'll bring the rest of the knights and reveal the elf's identity, so hold on Feran, old man, and blind monk." Vivian had already forgotten their names, a common thing for her.
She shot off rushing out of the building in worry, as she looked around she said her thoughts," How could all these households not hear of this battle, why is there no one around either. How can they not hear the collapsing of a building and the sound of small explosions?"
