<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand Fern pulls a dried mint leaf from a small pouch at her side.  Slipping it between her lips to steady her stomach and clean the taste of bile from her tongue, she sucks on it a moment before turning to face her companions.  Pale but now composed she regards Draque with a sprinkling of her old bravado.<br/><br/>"So ya don't be thinkin we'll catch the next one with its pants down do ya?  It ain't so tough if'n they're busy an all." She gives a bit of a snicker Draque's appreciation of the dead beast's assets.  "Knock on wood?"<br/><br/>Scrubbing her face in her hands, Fern gives a quick glance around the fetid cave to reassure herself of its lack of living giant types.<br/><br/>"What do ya got in mind?  Whatever it is..  we best be hurryin.. I don't think that one back there's gonna be livin much longer if'n we don't.  And that one.. " she gives a slight gesture to the girl who's misery has now past, "she's gonna be needin to be outta here too soon..  maybe one of us should get her out before we go on?  I sure as hell wouldn't wanta be wakin up in here."<br/><br/>Taking up a swatch of torn cloth from the detrius scattered about the cavern Fern finishes the removal of the ichor from her hands, tossing it to the side as she regroups with Draque and Miaren.