<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>With the first call, eyes dart quickly about, eyes used to making quick evaluations in darkened alleys freeze with the second call, freeze burrowing deep into the profusion of growth hiding the being making quick and steady progress in their direction.<br/><br/>"you have got to be shittin me"  Fern's voice carries though whispered, through the light breeze to her companions, possibly the others hear also but that is not her focus.  "lets get your crap and get outta here.. freaky people. I can climb that thing if I gotta. Lets get a move on.  I'm only half elf and half dressed."  A light rueful chuckle, obviously much akin to whistling in the dark escapes her.<br/><br/>Looking quickly from Miaren to Draque her eyes show the a sense of desperation.<br/><br/>"Come on.  Please?! I got a real bad feel in bout this."