<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Slinging her satchel over her shoulder, Fern takes up her abandoned staff as walking stick.  Looking at her two companions an unusual look overcomes her countenance.  A look of serious concentration, her usual mischievous grin entirely absent for those few seconds, aging her.<br/><br/>"All right folks, lets get a move on while light's still good.  Ain't no good us sittin here bitchin."<br/><br/>As she turns to the door her grin reappears flashing at the innkeeper, tossing a wink to one of the older patrons.<br/><br/>"Ya'all keep a light on.  We be back shortly."  bravado returned as she makes her exit.