<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">Ashley</span></strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">The Camp [Richard Dupont &amp; Estelle]</span><br/><br/>Ashley frowned at Estelle, but answered again, her voice cool as the water in which she had recently swam, "Thank you, I am fine.  A bit preoccupied." Looking on the direction Estelle had mentioned, she asked, "Southeast you say?"  Estelle's  disinterested and confused  manner had Ashley wondering how accurate her directions were.<br/><br/>"Thank you again, Sir Richard, Estelle."  Nodding to both.  "I believe I can find him on my own."  She bared her lips in a smile that was more a stretching of her lips across her teeth than anything.<br/><br/>Striding quickly across the ground, she mounted Firefox and decided to check on her own.