<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/cst108-gypsy-woman.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Nadia Lyubitshka     <strong>:Name</strong><br/>Early morning. 11;30 AM.  Day 1 <strong>:Time</strong><br/>by the goblin caves, heading away at top speed<strong>:Location</strong><br/>all  <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br/>She cant believe what she is seeing and hearing, is the monk seriously holding a long winded speech right there? Sure he is walking along but... this isn't the time surely? "MOVE IT OR ILL CUT YOUR PRIVATES OFF!" Only after the words leave her mouth does she realize she might have been a tad loud and slaps her hand over her mouth and takes her own advice and picks up the pace. Her heavy backpack digging into the shoulder blades painfully with each half running stride as she tries to not trip on any loose rocks or protruding roots. They can move or not, she has given up on even trying to reason with them when they seem more interested in standing around looking pretty.<br/><br/>"Of all the rotten luck, seriously, give me a gelding knife. And a hot pot of water, and some pinecones.. yes" she grumbles before getting so out of breath that she cant waste any of it on grumbling in anger.