Rhonna: Orik Vancaskerkin

Rhonna watches as the tall warrior walk into the chamber. She notice the man is unarmed, except for a dagger tucked in his belt. Lloyd and the others are caught unaware of the man's arrival. They look at the stranger, as if he was one of the goblin's lackey.

The man pulls down his hood, showing off his stern visage and his crooked nose.

"What is all of this about?" He growls as if he stumbled on a private celebration by accident. “Are you more of that woman's sycophants, or has someone finally decided to end her life?”

Rhonna's hands quickly reach for her bronze dagger. She takes a deep breath, trying to recall an incantation to summon the Lion's flame, just in case the stranger attacks.

Who is this man? She wonders. Is he another agent of darkness? Or a poor soul sent to lure us away from our goal? And what of this woman? Is she the harpy or the one who calls herself Nualia?

She could feel the celestial music of the constellations ringing through her soul, amplified by her own ceremonial dagger.

Rhonna looks at Guy and Arao, hoping that the more experienced warriors would know what to do in a situation like this.