"Oui, let's."<br/><br/>Gabrielle straightened her sleeves slightly and stepped out of her wagon, stretching a little. Where did that little guy live? She had never paid him any mind -- he was the kind of person one's eyes would bend around, just to make sure they never noticed up, and Gabrielle had never put any great effort into doing otherwise. Who would have known the background scenery could end up being public enemy number one?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>