<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia steps into the village a few moments after Lairee, eyes scanning the whole area as she walks. There didn’t appear to be any more guards, but she didn’t want to let her guard down. She stops a few paces behind the monk to listen to the old woman speak, arms folded across her chest.<br/><br/>She nods in agreement at Lairee’s words, her eyes and ears still searching the village and the tree line around them for any sign of hostility.