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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Erin Matthers<br/><b>Attire:</b>Black tank top, black fishnet shrug, black victoriana-style skirt, black doc martens.<br/><b>Location:</b>On a remote road to town just outside the tour vehicle.<br/><b>Weapons:</b>Necromancy charms worn about her waist, amulet worn about her neck.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Anyone.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Erin nodded silently and then turned around and headed back to the bus so that she could set up a bed of sorts for the injured girl. As she walked back, she had an uneasy feeling. Something was off... but she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. She figured it more than likely had to do with whoever or<i>whatever</i>had injured and left the girl they'd all just found and left her in the state she was in. From the way her amulet felt and her sense were firing... they were close. Very close.<br/><br/>Once inside the vehicle, Erin began pulling out blankets and pillows and then leaning back seats so that they'd have a bed ready for the girl. It wasn't the best nor would it be the most comfortable. But it would do until they got her some place better and safer.