<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Brushing back leaves slowly and quietly to get a better view, Tavia peers at the reptilian humanoids and the camp that sits behind them. “Well that doesn’t bode well…” She says in an extremely quiet whisper. “That defiantly looks like a prison camp to me. Where are all the males?<br/><br/>She looks towards the others, trying to gage their reactions in the dark. Her muscles start to twitch slightly as both her body and mind begin to itch, wanting to do something, to make a move. But, seeming she doesn’t know what move to make, she waits.