Things suddenly seem to be moving too fast for Ameena. Drommal, having followed her through the blue thing, apparently now wants them all dead, except the "fake". So one of the guards isn't actually a guard? In her previous mixture of confusion coupled with her focus on Falkor's predicament, she's not been paying much attention to the other goings-on in the room.
Meanwhile Westian has reached the unconscious Falkor. After some minor confusion with the mysterious appearance of a flask in his pack (though Haynuus, oddly, seems to already know about it, somehow), he pours its contents over Falkor's wound and into his mouth. And he wakes up! Not only that, but his wound already looks much better. Not fully healed, but certainly no longer severe. Ameena wishes she could see more magic of
that kind, then changes her mind and hopes that circumstances won't arise in which it will be needed.
Drommal's sudden attack on Westian confuses her further - he'd implied only moments before that he
wanted Westian to heal Falkor. Fortunately the half-elf doesn't look to be too severely injured. Maybe he'll be able to make another potion and heal himself.
Then, looking up, there's nothing she can do but watch as Helm is attacked and wounded by one of the soldiers. She silently and strongly hopes that he's still alive as she sees him slam down a door between himself and the room in which everyone else is standing. That might protect him from further attacks, but what if the injuries he's already received prove to be too much for him? She decides that she'll try to re-open that door at the first chance she gets.
Meanwhile, Falkor has dodged past her to stand in the corner, as far as he can get from harm without stepping back through the blue thing or having to pass by any of the soldiers.
What a disaster this is turning out to be! Ameena has no idea what she can do in this situation. Join in the fight? But what can she do against these people with their strong armour? And why Drommal's sudden apparent change in attitude? First he claims to want Falkor brought to some mage, then he orders Westian to heal Falkor when he's injured, but then decides that he wants
everyone to die as soon as the cleric does so!
Maybe there's something wrong with him, she wonders. Maybe he's being affected by some kind of magic. Or maybe...maybe that's just the way he is. He'd already made it clear that he wasn't very nice, but this seems a little
too extreme. She knows that members of some species can occasionally become a little...confused about the way things are, somehow retreating within themselves and losing touch with reality. She knows other members of those species have a word for it, but at the moment can't remember what it is.
Whatever the case, she decides, he's the leader. He's in charge, and giving the orders. Maybe if something can be done about
him, the other soldiers might...might run away, or something. But what can
she do to stop such a large, metal-wearing creature such as Drommal? She could attack, but...to start trying to shed blood herself after all that's happened here so far...No, she doesn't think she could do that.
What, then?
She can only think of one thing that she herself can do. And hope that someone else, maybe more than one person, will go along with it.
"Drommal!" she shouts, standing upright as tall as she can. "Why are you like this? Why are you trying to kill us? We haven't done anything wrong! Can you tell us what all this is about? Maybe we can...come to some kind of agreement..."
She isn't really sure what she's saying, only that saying
something might encourage someone else to try the same thing, and maybe they can finish this whole mess by just
talking about it and not hacking each others' limbs off or...or throwing fire...
She suddenly becomes horribly aware that Falkor is standing just a few steps away from her, but having already spoken and tried to attract the attention of the angry metal-wearing leader of the human soldiers, she doesn't think it would be agood idea for her to suddenly turn away from him and ask Falkor not to try and burn anyone else to death.
She stops thinking about the fire for now, though, and returns her thoughts to trying to talk someone out of fighting.
OOC - Yeah, she's kinda desperate. This was about the only skill in her list that looked relevant to the situation without being pain-inducing - gahhh, crappity-crap...3 (2+1) on a Diplomacy roll, bollocks
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Yep, you are a little pinned down right now! Luckily you haven't made an impression on Drommal with that miss, so you won't draw agro!