(Squeezing in<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>)<br/>Nesah had been travelling for quite some time now, his legs growing weary of the weight on his back. He carried a medium sized pack just below his skeletal wings, letting it hang low so they would not be damaged. He was just crossing the bridge when he saw the group of benders by the river, slightly curious of their talents.