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Trinity noticed the Elizabeth's behavior, "Is there something wrong?" She looks around, her eyes began to glow as she does. As a precaution she takes a defensive stance. H She didn't want to draw her sword yet until she would could see where the danger was coming from. It could be possible that it was another false alarm.

Elizabeth felt the presence leave, making her feel stupid now. She sighed, lowering her hand once again, falling back to normal. maybe she was being to uptight, she didn't doubt it, though she just saw her mother and father murdered. Who wouldn't be uptight in a situation like this?

"Sorry.. " she mumbled, lowering her head finally. She was embarrassed about her action. These people where obviously not foes, and yet she acted like a crazy. She shook her head, sighing to herself. Get a grip Liza. she thought for a moment before looking at the boy she had helped.

"Nice to meet you, Elm. " she watched as the boy collected the ropes, smirking to herself. He must want a souvenir for his caption, though she did wonder what happend to the person who had tied him up, it couldn't of been Elm himself. The knots where too tight for anyone to constrict themselves.

"So who tied you up?" she finally brought herself to ask. "And nothings wrong.. not anymore." she stated giving Trinity a brief look.

Then Elizabeth's attention was drawn away again, she looking in the direction she had first felt the presence. She heard something crash to the floor, it echoing loudly, soon after followed by laughter. "Did you hear that?" she asked, looking to the other members of the party. Cloe's ears perking up to the noise, the cat having sensitive ears.

Elizabeth bit her lip, wondering if she should try to find what had crashed, but her reason didn't go too far, before long she began to walk a few feet ahead of the others, spotting what looked like to be a black bag the size that Elm had diagrammed. She smirked, knowing that the boy would be happy about this find. Elizabeth picked up the bag and took it back to the rest of the group, handing it to Elm. "Is this the bag you've been asking about?" she asked with a smirk, her hand reaching in her own bag to pet the curious kitten with her head poked out the top.

"Is that it up there?" Max asked, pointing to something hanging from a branch near where the bag had landed. It looked as if someone had tossed it up there, for it was far above any of their heads. A branch had passed through the harp's strings, managing to hang the instrument without harming it much.

Damion ran as fastas he could towards a shadowed area of the woods that could never be found by any other being on the planet. He sighed as he threw his cloak over a chair as he walked in his dark grey/black cabin that had been settling there for more than 30 years.
His eyes tired he rubbed them, pondering through his thoughts as a few of the skeletons had surrounded his house protecting it, from what ever came close.
Though he usually had no problems with it, he still had to watch out, for if the group of young adventurers plus that mangy little thing called trinity. Who he loathed with a passion came around.
He didnt know what to think as he walked into a small room that had only a small bed and dresser and a small window above the bed. Sighing he layed down and crossed his hands behind his head, laying back he once started to ponder through his thoughts as the soft drone of air rushed past the house with a force.

Max had almost gotten his bow off of his back to shoot the harp out of the tree, but Elm seemed to beat him to it. "Well, now I know how you two survived, those are some pretty neat tricks. I guess it was probably you who fought of the Necromancer Trinity was talking about earlier. Or was it both of you? Either way, you have my admiration."

Elizabeth pondered the though for a moment, she fought no one, matter of factly she left before she would have to fight anyone. "I didn't fight anyone.." she said flatly, looking over at Elm, seeing the satisfaction crossing his face as he had his half harp back in his hands. Music was a magic all of it's own, capable of making a listener feel happy, sad, angry, or at ease.

"Music is a wonderful gift, Elm." Liza smiled.

Then she turned her attention to Trinity, the girl didn't seem right, like something was bothering her. Elizabeth neared the girl, placing her hand to her shoulder. "Trinity? Uhm. Are you alright?" she asked, her voice soothing, soft. Cloe letting out a loud meow, looking over at Trinity as well.

Cloe hated when negativity was around her, cats had a niche at picking up on peoples emotions. The small orange tabby poked her head up out of Elizabeth's sack once again, her green eyes almost sorrowful as she looked at Trinity. She meowed again, this time pawing at the air. Trying to let Trinity know that she was worried.

Elm's strumming ceased at Trinity's cry. The wind stopped for him, the swaying of the trees grew less animated, and the low shrubs started dancing to his beat. "Oh! Are you okay?" He checked himself. "Stupid question. Does anyone know where a doctor is?" His strumming continued, taking on a quick, urgent tone, as if life depended on it.
He tried to ease her pain.