<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Theresa06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Theresa<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the wreckage of the Dread Horizon.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Callenda, Sae'Ka, Selwyn, Valen<br/><br/><strong>"Go?"</strong>Theresa asked, her brow furrowed as she tried to process the puzzling command.<strong>"But we just got here!"</strong>She objected.<strong>"We should at least look around before going - and who knows what's feasting down there?"</strong>She pointed toward the icy waters.<strong> "If it's sharks, then we're safer here than we'd be swimming or wading back to shore."</strong>She watched Callenda approach the snowy-white wolf-thing.  The woman seemed to know what she was doing, and appeared very comfortable around animals.<strong>"And if she can gentle the beast, think what a help it would be to us!"</strong>She added.<br/><br/>Though she wasn't as strong as the barbaric elven slaver, Theresa was no weakling, and she aided her companion in helping the fallen man to his feet.  She knew him, by sight if not by name.  One of the many familiar strangers from their short voyage.<strong>"You don't seem hurt."</strong>She told the man, though she really couldn't tell much in the current lighting.<strong>"Can you walk?"</strong>She asked, helping him take a first step before Sae'Ka decided they should leave.<br/><br/>The drow female seemed intent on leaving, and on escorting Theresa to safety.  That was so sweet!  But she really could take care of herself.  So why did it feel so unnatural to defy the aggressively confident warrior?  Maybe it was simple self-preservation - Sae'Ka possessed the only real weapon among them, and seemed quite capable with it.  In fact, she seemed quite capable in general!  The shove pushing her away from the action wasn't overly violent, but was applied with a confidence that expected no resistance.<br/><br/>She stepped forward quickly, quite responsive to the non-verbal command.  At least for a step and a half.  And then she turned about, directly facing the approaching drow, forcing her to stop or run Theresa down.  Stepping in, the bardess placed a hand on the tall drow's shoulder as she moved her body against the ebony tower of whipcord muscle.<strong>"Let's stay."</strong>She suggested, her tone half-suggestive, half-pleading a bit wheedling, and very convincing.<strong>"We can always leave later, but for now, let's stay."</strong><br/>