<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>“Fight death with death… That’s a strange attitude for a monk. I thought you were meant to be all calm and collective and peace loving…” Said Tavia slightly puzzled as Lairee finished speaking. “But I think you’re right with needing to talk to the others at the beach, and soon. We’ve been away for quite a while now. I’m sure they are worried about us. I know I’m worried about them, if not for their safety, then for their sanity. I’m sure they are quite bored.” She chuckles slightly then, trying to add a bit of humour to a tense situation, but it fades quickly.<br/><br/>She turns to the old woman, Marina, and nods slightly, her face now sombre. “As my comrade said, we shall return the child to you as soon as it is safe to do so. Which begs the question of the guards… when is the guard meant to change? How many is there normally?” She sighs heavily, her shoulders dropping. “Now I know their situation, I don’t really want to have to fight them unless it’s really necessary.”