"Ixidor, are you ok?" Rose asked quickly, placing Ellaria's hand in Enya's for a moment to tend to the artist. Quickly, she grabbed her sarong from her bag and tore a strip of cloth from it, tying it around the young boy's wound. She then refastened the sarong to her waist, motioning for the others to come closer while giving the giant a wary glance. "Who are you?" she started, "and why are you here?"
Rose then dropped to the ground, clutching her head as the headache more fully took place. "Gah," she moaned. "Why couldn't we have walked through the gates of heaven instead?" This place had done nothing but aggravate her.