<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia nods to the old woman again. “Thank you. We’ll return when we can.” She turns on her heel, clasping Tivyrne lightly on her arm and motioning with a tilt of her head that they should leave. After no more than a couple of paces she glances at Lairee, unsure whether or not to speak to her, to urge her to follow as the monk seemed to be uneasy with her. The elf didn’t like this situation any more than anyone else, but they were all in this together now. There was no point it making rivals in the group when ultimately their goal was the same. She sighs once more and she carries on walking, slowly making her way back to the beach and camp.