Mary tossed and turned as the barrel was tipped, eventually landing cross-legged with a small "oof" facing the wagon and it's accompanying adventuring party. Odd strands of hair had flicked their way in front of her face during the tumble, and her large eyes beheld the scene before her.<br/><br/>Feathers the duck fluttered equally inelegantly out of the barrel and over her head, landing in her tiny lap, it looked from the small girl's shocked face to the startled ones of the gathered monks and Hellguard before settling down and letting out a long "QUAAAAAAAACK".<br/><br/>Mary's lip began trembling and as her eyes started to water she moved the sleeves of her sweater up to her face. Large wet tears suddenly moved to roll down her cheeks and she began to cry.