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"I believe your life is no longer in danger" the hooded one says and looks at his crossbow, which is still lying besides the wounded one.

"If this man wanted to kill you, he would already shoot all of us ten times with that."

He takes the crossbow and makes a few steps in the direction of the forest path.

"If you need me, you know where to find me"

Konstantin points into the sky with his hand, and a distant cry of a hawk can be heard.

She smiles warmly with a nod.

"You are a good friend. Vanya sulie." She says in a soft elven tounge, then repeats in the common tounge. "Fare winds..."

She turns and looks down at San, then crouches back down at his side, quickely looking for any other wounds that might need to be tended. But upon finding nothing left to tend to she gets to her feet, gathering up her sac over her shoulder, and picking her staff up carefuly before looking back down at him, and carefuly picking up her cloak from the ground, brushing it off.

"Okay San. You're as good as you are going to get... try not dying, you part has not ended." She swings the cloak around her shoulders, it's edges spiraling out around her then slowly settling down around her feet. She nods to San.

"Farewell, let the mother watch over you and may you stay in her favor..." She walks slowly off into the woods heading down South, her figure slowly vanishes.