<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>“Diego, Shurkroat, a pleasure.” Said Tavia, nodding to each of them in turn, before giving the dead lizard a swift kick for its troubles. “I knew this thing would be back. Damn thing ate the captain of the ship… while he was alive I might add. That was a lovely way to wake up I can tell you, seeing this thing covered in blood and gore, head buried in the captains insides.” She glared at the lizard again before turning and heading towards a rock near the tree line to sit. As she sat she clutched at her side, pain from the wound she had sustained from fighting in the forest biting hard. “Asfrid.” She said in a low growl. “Is there anything you can do about this wound? A better bandage, or a spell maybe? I came off a little worse for wear during my trip into the forest and I’m no healer.” She tried to smile at the druid, but it came out more a grimace of pain than a smile, so she gave up and lent her head against a tree instead.