<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia chuckles at Tivyrne’s words. “I’m guessing you didn’t miss the ‘night-time activities’ comment then. Yes, I move quite well under the cover of darkness. Part and parcel of the trade one might say.” She folds her arms across her chest, her stance easy and looks about her at the people gathered and notices the new comer and a wolf. The wolf was clearly a companion of the new comer, who, looking as battered as everyone else must have come from the ship as well. She found it extraordinary that the wolf would have survived the sea when so few people had not.<br/><br/>“Names Tavia.” She said, nodding to the new comer. “And you are? Either way it’s nice to see that more people survived the ship. Looks like we’ll need all the help we can get to survive this place. I don’t like it at all.”