Adrin did her best to maintain composure while the ruffians manhandled her people. It was all she could do to stand by and pull whatever children she could behind her, all the while keeping her mouth shut. At one point, she was forcibly shoved to the side, and she hissed, "Get your hands off of me." Aside from that outburst, she managed to hold her tongue. Despite the anger that was bubbling under her skin, she figured it would be to her best advantage to behave for the time being. She would save her words for an opportunity to bargain, if they were given one. At the very least she could buy them time, or she would die trying. Ever bold, she was not afraid to step up to a bandit, not even one so fearsome as Harvel or any of his wretched crew.
In the midst of the turmoil, she glanced over at Alnifa. They had always looked to her for guidance and wisdom. At present, the old woman's face was surprisingly at peace. Perhaps she had seen a brighter future for them. She could not know for sure - she dared not ask here. She contented herself with drawing a sliver of hope from the elder's untroubled demeanor.
The daughter of Olinam stood tall throughout the ordeal, dignified and proud as always. Her land and everything she knew had been taken from her, but no events would deprive her of her dignity. Aside from the straightness of her back, the slight upward tilt of her chin, and the determined furrow of her brow, it was difficult to distinguish the lady from the rest of her companions, tattered and worn as they were. Her dress had gone from a rich cranberry red to a reddish brown, marred by days of travel. Her long, dark curls were twisted into a braid and streaked with dirt, and her skin was darkened by sun and road dust. Still, her dark eyes were as sharp as her wit.
One of the bandits, in his path of destruction, reached to grab a small child, mere inches from where Adrin stood. The child was wailing, motherless, and would certainly not have any goods to pilfer. Just as Adrin took a step forward, thrusting her body between the ruffian and the child, a bird call split through the air. Before she had time to think about it, a cascade of arrows was upon them, taking down the ruffians. Adrin grabbed the child and threw her arms around him, unsure of where the arrows where coming from or who they were meant for. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure emerge from the bushes, headed toward the apparent leader of the bandits. Meanwhile, she did her best to gather her people together. Though their assailants seemed to be under attack themselves, she was not sure whether she could count the archers and their leader as her allies. Perhaps by the end of this battle, she would know what these people's motivation was.