<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>“I reckon it’s not too far a jump to say that they are prison keepers at the very least.” Said Tavia, looking down at the body now wrapped. “I’d guess the boy snuck out and they followed him. Killed him for escaping.” Getting up off her rock she walks down the beach a little to stand at the water line, eyes questing over the horizon and the empty sea. “Well, at least we know we are not alone in this land. As for good and evil… likely we’ll find both here and everything else in between. Just as you would in any other land.”<br/><br/>Turning sharply, her hands on her hips and her feet planted squarely in the sand she looks each person gathered directly in the eye, her gaze steely even though her own thoughts were uncertain. “So what’s it to be then?!” She half barks as she looks at them, “Do we save the people of the land from their captors or do we just save ourselves?!” Not bothering to wait for a reply she turns on her heel again and storms off down the beach, away from the wreckage of the boat and its survivors.<br/><br/>Within moments she comes to a stop, her heart racing and breath shallow. She throws herself onto the sand at the water’s edge, drawing her knees up to her chest so she can rest her chin on them. “Just like a child sometimes.” she says quietly to herself. “These out bursts won’t do any good right now you know.”