((Reformation is allowed, just give a plausible reason as to how they reformed, like a magical artifact or something XD))<br/><br/>Trisha came to the trail she was looking for, but couldn't see or hear anyone. Disappointed that her usual haunt was barren, she crossed the trail and headed for a stream beyond it. Her canteen was empty, so she figured on filling it once she got there. Once she reached the stream she knelt down and filled her military style canteen she 'salvaged' from a campsite. Once full, she took a vile of iodine from her knapsack and dropped two drops into the container and shook it up. The reason behind this was to purify the water so it would be suitable for drinking. All the while she was distracted by the rushing of water to notice the Naga approaching from up stream; not 150 yards away...<br/><br/>================================================================================================================================<br/><br/>From his perch up in his tree Francis could see a stream not so far away. He loved to listen to the stream as he played his fiddle, and that's what he was doing now; sawing hard on the strings to produce a high tempo song that one could easily dance to. It wasn't until he finished his song that he noticed Aslinn slithering downstream. "Uh-oh." He said, worrying that she may have heard him playing...