<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Jarett_North.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Merry </strong><br/><strong>Perception: 12 </strong><br/><strong>Current Hp: 10/10</strong><br/><strong>Action: </strong>Moving to the dead horses.<br/><strong>AC: 12</strong><br/><br/>Merry continued with her progress through the thicket until she reached the point directly above the horses on the rise of the small embankment above the road. She gazed around her somewhat conflicted between feeling foolish and apprehensive seeing nothing but bushes in the vicinity. Though her father had taken her hunting on the family estate often enough she had taken the beaters and ghillies rousting game from cover for granted. It all appeared a lot easier when you were sat on a horse with a bow waiting for deer or boar to get chased out into the open.<br/><br/>Looking in the direction of the road she was around 10-15 feet from the dead horses and glancing back down the road she saw the wagon was approaching with the rest of the party. The bard popped her head up from the undergrowth and waved to signal her position to those at the wagon and then scrambled and slid down the slope of the embankment to meet them at the spot that the dead steeds lay.