<div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong>Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br/><br/>"Crazy girl," Frederick chuckled as Lillian and Sylria rode away. He guided his horse into a slow walk, circling the gathered nobles. "Alright, friends, let's go hunting. For those of you who are new to the sport, or for those pretty faces who come only to brighten my day," and here he gave the womenfolk a wide wave of his arm, "make sure to stay close. If you fancy yourself a master hunter, then trek as far from the rest of us as you'd like."<br/><br/>He nodded at the Dupont men, "Marcus and Richard have the guns, as well as a few bows for those among us who are more archaic." He winked at Alfriec. "When we get into more wild country, we can tie our horses up, and distribute them. Let's ride, friends!"<br/><br/>Frederick tapped his boots into the soft belly of the stallion he rode, and his mount took off, chasing after Lillian's own.