<span style="font-style: italic">And of course between Easter prep and associated travel I completely forget to check on things here and miss things starting up…</span><br/><br/>Although she had followed along with the others into the village, Anya had quickly become separated when a young child (too young to know better) had become fascinated by the amulet she had hanging on one side of her neck and had promptly tried to take it from her.  While she was sorely tempted, Anya knew better than to think that she would be able to get away with making a meal of the small human, and that the resulting retribution from the town’s inhabitants would have been rather swift.  Besides, she was ostensibly there to help the town, and eating one of its inhabitants so soon after arriving would certainly send the wrong message.<br/><br/>By the time she was eventually able to disentangle herself from that issue, Anya was a bit dismayed to learn that the others that had offered to help solve the issue of the storm had already left in search of information.  Heading down the road as fast as the mud-slicked path would allow, she arrived just as the group began to square off with what looked like a group of bandits.  Her stomach growling already from the running she had already done, Anya had a feeling that the town wouldn’t mind terribly if this particular group of criminals ceased to be an issue, and of course she and the others could hardly be blamed for simply doing what came naturally to those who viewed humans as a potential food source.<br/><br/>The prospect of a good fight already has her blood pumping, and it doesn’t take her long to slip on her fighting claws in preparation.  Giving a rather eager cry as the others proceed to rush towards the bandits, Anya follows in behind Ferya, looking to go after any that thought that they could try to gang up on the salamander.