<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><b>N</b>evaeh watched the confrontation as she approached the manor, edging out of potentional weapon range. However, the woman who saught to break up the arguement had a bow, so she knew if they wanted her dead, she wouldn't be able to escape. Warily, she eyed what was progressing; apparently the fight had come to a close, at least for now. Four bodies involved here and one up towards the enterance of the manor. There were six bodies evident, including herself.<br/>
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She kept out of the way and meandered silently around them, still rather anxious to get her body out of the cold. She had not rested for awhile and her mortal body was beginning to show signs that it needed rest. She was growing weary and weaker as each moment passed and as the cold seeped further into her body. Nevaeh trotted weakly up the stairs to the front door, avoiding contact with any other bodies.</span>