"No place else to go," she shrugged.  "Fathers lived here, grandfathers lived here... if you can call any of it 'living'.  She tossed back the last of the brew, wishing that the color had been a little - different - and clacked the mug down on the table.<br/><br/>"Now, the way I see it, we should be able to outmaneuver anything as big as what they say took those girls.  Take it like wolves - strike and run - whittle it down.  Be nice to have another distraction for it, but frankly, I'm thinking of finding a place to camp before too long."<br/><br/>She glanced over at the serving wench, very glad she<em>hadn't</em>planned on a meal cooked indoors for a change.  "If we're lucky, we'll get a break in the weather, and the marsh-rats will come out.  Gotta be better than whatever's on the menu here," she added in a low voice.