[Amanaduial the archer]

Hreezas came to the spot she had picked up from the womans mind pictures and alighted in the clearing. Looking around s only an elemental can, she could see clearly now, far deeper than the land walkers could. She saw, as she had seen in Thranduils palace, the strange half images and colours of whoever had passed and made an impact.

Around her strange figures passed, oblivious of each other, though only from the last few days, but she kept her gaze fixed on the spot where she hoped the children had been- ah!

She saw the huge man lumber through the bushes, although he had moved so quietly until then; strange, for one so huge to walk so lightly. As he grabbed the children Hreeza leapt forward, following the essence of the figure through the undergrowth.

She followed the trail for a while, and he was hard to miss, for the trees and the wind whispered of such a creature passing, sensing his deed. Soon though the whispers became less frequent and fell to telling of evil lurking there. The sprite passed with caution; the aura around the place and the complete silence startled her. There werent even any birds singing, but stranger yet, the ghostly figures had ceased. No one had passed here for too long to be natural. Eventually it got too much for her- she had found where the children had obviously been taken, so she could easily lead Arawil and the company to this spot. She could not shake off the unnerving feeling though, that maybe they would be biting far deeper into the pie than they had hoped...

As she was returning to the group she felt a powerful prescence in the area, disturbing her thoughts. As she breezed lightly through the trees, she noticed a character sitting on the grass by the roadside leaning against a tree, with a definite air of trouble. And after her disturbing experience near the hut in the evil part of the forest, she was in the mood for trouble; anyway, if Arawil had taught her one thing, if was to be forward about things. Grinning slightly to herself she swooped suddenly down so that the creature could not miss her; sure enough, she stood, sword outraised. Ah ha! Flinging a tendril of wind sidewards, she flicked the...weapon? (the main aim didnt seem to be to attack but to give a nasty disease) away from the womans(once again, not entirely sure on that) grasp.

She yelled, surprised and stepped backwards so her back was pressed against a tree. Perfect! In a milisecond the sprite had pinned her to the tree, her hands by her side. The necromancer (dear gods, a necromancer with a mission to infect!) struggled fiercly, letting rip with a number of words that would even impress Arawil, then went very still. What truly surprised Hreeza though was the way she then smiled.

"What kind of sorcery is this? I feel no magic, so are you instead a demon or wraith? No, not wraith..." She cocked her head questioningly, almost arrogantly. The sprite was impressed. It wasnt the first time she had been called a demon, but this woman said it with authority. Anyway, despite the fact she was indeed gifted with necromany, there was a love of nature and Hreezas forest.

After considering for a moment Hreeza let go off the woman. "I am Hreeza, wind sprite of this forest. Who are you and what is your business to lurk so furtively here, O Bearer of Infected Weapons?"