Atalanta

Her fingers clutched her bow with clear tension and insecurity as her head turned around nervously, it was affecting her precision and calmness. She wanted the voices to stop. But more importantly, she wnated to know where the voices came from. Inside this room? Were the demons scrying them? The spellcasters should know.

Hey, are we being observed? Because the voices in my head suggest that we migh have blown our cover already.

With the sleeping giant now beheaded, Atalanta had no hostile intentions towards the dwarfs. She silently air walked to a position of safety and waited for the situation to evolve.