<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia can’t help but shake her head at the old woman’s words. Their problem clearly ran deep and she was at a loss on what to do, or what she<em>should </em>do.  What reason did she have to help these people? A storm brought her to this land, but was that just chance or some higher power that brought her here. Even if it was some higher power, what on earth could she do about this mess? She was nothing but a thief! A high born, sometimes moody cat burglar, whose parents sent her away to other relatives to deal with.<br/><br/>She looks up at the mountain, or at least in its direction as Tivyrne speaks and sighs deeply. She had a feeling that that one way or another she was heading up to the mountain, regardless of whether or not she knew if it was the right thing to do, or if she could even help.<br/><br/>Dragging her eyes away from the mountain she turns to Tivyrne and shrugs her shoulders in response to her questions. “I have no idea what to do or even if we have the power to help. Or if we even should for that matter. Clearly these people need help, but are we the ones to give it to them? What right do we have to mess in the state of this land?” She shakes her head in dismay, confusion clear in her eyes. “Yet somehow I feel we should try.” She smiles weakly at the human woman before turning to Lairee. “What are your thoughts on this Lairee?”