Tivyrne clenches her teeth at the orders from Deinos.  The mission seems stupid, foolhardy... if they meet that beast in confrontation, two may not be enough to stop it.  Or its master..?<br/><br/>She glances back at Tavia, her green eyes fixing on the long-eared elven... or half elven... young woman, remembering the casual grace that the young woman had displayed and wondering, perhaps, if she too would be of use for this kind of thing... she has the poise and demeanor of one well-made for this kind of mission.  So do the shorn-headed woman and the archer... but when she turns back to the ranger and Lairee, her breasts rising and falling with a frustrated sigh, she nods at Hoshiko's word.  "We'll follow soon."<br/><br/>At that, the young woman turns on her heel, the sand hardly impeding her progress.  "I'm going to fetch what I found up the beach.  I'll drag back what I find.  Best make good time..."  She takes to a steady jog, the shirt trailing up behind her in the ocean breeze.  She will fetch the salvaged armor, and-- if she can-- drag back anything else of use.  If nothing of real value can be found, she'll shoulder a corpse and bring it for burial.