From the top of the wall nearby a lone figure stood watching the scene. Her cloak and hood whipped about in the wind as the Thayans made short work of their adversaries. She smiled faintly as the scene unfolded, although no hint of mirth touched her dark eyes. She watched the gnolls and the knights. Watched as the wands were used. Watched also as the abyssal creature was summoned forth against the oncoming hordes. Once it was done she watched the Thayans return to the city, her eyes narrowing just slightly. With a few whispered words her form became indistinct, eventually vanishing into swirling shadows.

Another figure clothed in black watched hooded as her cloak flittered in the breeze. She smiled faintly when she saw the creature be summoned, knowing full well what it was. She watched the battle with interest, eyeing how many fell and where. When it was done she simply turned and walked down the wall, heading back to the market to buy groceries.

She was fast growing up in this warzone, but still some part of her original innocence remained. The Thayans were "bad men", and she had her personal proof.