<div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/AvraeSheet.jpg)</div>Lairee had to -reluctantly- agree with Tavia, even though she preferred not look at the bad until the good had been eliminated. It seemed likely. Still, so long as no one is hurt then it would be good to find someone to gain more information off. Her eyes widened in surprise at the elf's outburst. Stress perhaps?<br/><br/>Nodding numbly to suggestion to gather supplies for tonight then gather information, she crouched by the body to say a small blessing. An old tradition her monastery had preformed for both themselves and nearby villages when priests had been unavailable. "Spirits path be true, peace and new life upon you."<br/><br/>Sighing, sitting back on her heels, she replied to Hoshiko and Tivyrne, "I will help too. We need to know."<br/><br/>Crouched on the sand, preoccupied by the body, she startled at the sound of another voice. Standing, spinning on the spot she fell into a defensive stance automatically but relaxed it almost immediately, a little embarrassed, as the woman was clearly friendly - and after a moment for her mind to catch up, recognisable. It was quite surprising that the Druid's wolf had survived.<br/><br/>"Asfred? Sorry, Asfrid." She smiled thinly. "A storm hit us, tore the ship to pieces. Believe me, you are not the only one battered after that." She waved her hand at the darkening bruise visible on her own shorn head. She knew better then to touch it. "As far as I am concerned, you are more then welcome to join us. I think we are going to need all the help we can get."