<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>“No, no and no.” hissed Tavia through gritted teeth, her hand pressing against the wounds in her side. “He’s dead as well, which is one of the reasons we came after you. I wanted to make sure that you were ok and we needed another guard.” She grimaced as she moved to sit down next to a tree. She was not impressed that the creature had struck her not only once, but twice. She moved her hand away from her wound. It was sore as hell but it seemed to have stopped bleeding, though she really wished she could bandage it.<br/><br/>“I guess we got a little battle crazy. The plan was to slay one and take the other for questioning. As you can see it didn’t work out that way. But, unless there are more guards around the village, it does mean we can walk in, talk to the people there.” She lent her head against the tree and closed her eyes, lost in thought for the moment. All three guards were dead. By no means was this a time for celebration. She doubted a trip into the village would be a good idea, but if they wanted to find out what happened then what choice did they have?