Vadalia's Last Moments

You see a ghostly green shimmer over the walls and ceiling – the vines retreating, walls reforming and becoming whole. The distant echoing sound of explosions, of clashing steel and screams fill your ears. In front of you, a crowd of figures stand huddled, ragged, sheltering from the dust and dirt falling from the ceiling. Your eyes land on three figures - A lean, scarred, armoured elven woman, bow in hand and wearing an emerald amulet; a male elf with close-shorn hair, angular features holding a sword and lyre, and bloodied but determined-looking elven man with long, matted brown hair, a dagger and wand, and a hauntingly familiar face.

“Sikil! How did they find us so quickly?!” yells Vadalia as the vision leaps into motion
“We just sunk their damn Forge, Val, they’ll have pulled out all the stops”
The man with the short hair, sword and instrument moves to the back wall, taps three bricks in a quick pattern, and below the stonework rumbles open into a hidden tunnel. “Alright everyone, last chance, get to the boats!”
“Elronethi, do… did my family make it?” Sikil asks
“They’re already in the tunnel, but your daughter was wounded – go to her, we’ll get everyone out here and join you”
Sikil lowers his dagger, then pulls Elronethi and Vadalia into a short embrace “Ancestors watch you, friends”, before Sikil descends into the tunnel with the crowd, one lingering look back.

Elronethi tunes his lyre briefly, looking back towards the door as a peal of thunder shakes the room. “I think they sent Astrapa herself this time – do they know about the docks?”
As the last of the refugees drops into the hidden tunnel, Vadalia slowly stands, turns to look at him, then raises her bow. “Val?” “Do you think I missed what you did at the Forge of Hours?” “I… I don’t know…” “What you took!”
“Val, is now really the time or place to—“ “Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to go to the boats. You’re going to pretend everything is fine until we’re safe. And when we join up with Aeren and go to his prophecised homeland, you’re going to confess”
“Did… did you tell Sikil?” “That’s all you have to say for yourself?” “Oh nevermind..” and with a humming discord strummed on the lyre, he says in a low voice ringing with power, “General Astrapa is almost here… we’ll all die unless you stay behind and hold her off…”
“We’ll… all die… unless… I stay behind and…” “Goodbye Vadalia… we’ll remember you”

And the vision fades.