<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Dusting her hands on the seat of her pants, Fern stands as Draque does, retrieving her staff as she does.  The two daggers secreted away in sheaths hidden in her boots loosened and ready to go should the need arise.  The daggers at her belt easier to retrieve but rarely used.<br/><br/>With a glance back at Mieren accompanied by a shrug and a rueful grin.  "I don't have one either.  Lets go kick some ass."<br/><br/>With careful steps born by years of night prowls, Fern follows Draque into the darkness.  Heart pounding wildly to put lie to the false bravado of her words.  Eyes and ears wide and alert to the dangers beyond.