<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia shook her head as Marina offered her the bottle she was drinking from. “Speaking of the guards, what will happen to you and the village once this mage finds out his guards have been killed? Will you be ok? As for what help I could ask for, I’m not sure...” She turns to the others gathered around her, confusion clear on her face, in the hope that one of them could think of things that she could not.