<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2608/viktormartinside.jpg)</div>Viktor, Carriage #3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Justine Sade]<br/><br/>Viktor was becoming increasingly agitated. Not only were there arrows bombarding this tomb of a carriage, but there didn't seem an end to the prattle of these damned women! "Ladies! Surely you forget that there are children present," he said nodding in the direction of the boys. "Perhaps it would be better under the circumstances to keep our heads firmly atop our shoulders, and to keep private matters, private."<br/><br/>Just then an arrow made its way through the covering of the carriage, landing nearby and he realized that he was not safe at all in this box. He needed to get out of there or risk being impaled by a stray arrow. Viktor made for the unsealed door. He needed protection; the carriage and the people in it would make an excellent shield.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, please let me through." Feeling an explanation might be in order he added, "Justine, I leave these souls in your capable hands. I fear I am needed on the front lines." He looked to the women and meet each of their eyes with his own.  "It is a risk, I know, but one I am willing to make for your safety. Do not be alarmed." He had his hand up to his chest, over his heart as he said this.<br/><br/>Viktor opened the door slowly, and after assessing that the immediate area was safe enough, he jumped the short distance to the ground. He crouched by the carriage and closed the door behind him. He instantly sighed with relief. He remained there, eyes and ears alert for incoming danger, crossbow at the ready just in case one of the brutes decided to stray. He opened his spellbook and began chanting some unintelligible words. At once, seemingly unnatural mists crept in around him, concealing him and obscuring the carriage from view. (Viktor casts Obscuring Mists)