<div class="floatleft">(http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/9246/mariebrun.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Brun,</strong>Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<br/><br/>"I don't charge for more than she's worth," Gregor rumbled at the mounted soldier, before really looking at him. The dark man was intimidating, and the shepherd decided against conversing further with him on the subject. "As you wish, m' Lords," he stated, before nodding to the young woman who stood in the middle of the herd.<br/><br/>Marie Brun was hardly a girl, but there was something about her that was broken and fragile. She avoided eye contact with just about everyone, her attention focused on the throngs of sheep as she tried to gather them. The animals seemed to trust her, and they were easily led by her gentle crook.<br/><br/>At one point she made eye contact with the group of young noblewomen. It was brief and hesitant, but she raised her hand the slightest bit, and made a feeble attempt at waving. She seemed lonely, and lost perhaps, as she moved away from the souls of Avonleigh. "Come on," she called to the beasts, her voice humble as she moved the herd.<br/><br/>Old man Brun started to follow. At one point, he lewdly adjusted himself and then spit off to the side into the grass. As he passed the noblewomen, he nodded his head and bowed. "Charmin' m' Ladies, to be meetin' you all." He winked and then hobbled off after Marie and the herd.<br/><br/>A good distance away, he turned, as if suddenly remembering something. The words he spoke next were difficult to clearly make out, and no one could be certain what exactly he said. The consensus later on, however, would be: "Oh, and if you're going out into tha woods, be watchful. Look out for the white wolf of Avonleigh!"