<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Walking over to Sarah, she stood before her and eyed her with a small amount of distaste.<br/><br/>"Sarah, you need to sober up, we leave at dusk and you need to be fit to be on board. We leave the tavern shortly." Elizabeth turned on her heel and walked back to the table. Sitting down she thought for a few moments on how this was going to work for all of them. They would each have a part to play and she hoped they would all live up to it.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sarah looked up to Elizabeth.  The others expression and tone is not taken lightly.  So a muttering under her breath.<br/><br/><em>"Self righteous prude."</em><br/><br/>While for the first time, Sarah wondered why she was even here.  As she watched Elizabeth turn and go sit.   What was the point that drew her to be here.  Surely not to be judged.   So why did she just up and leave everything to go with Neil and Elizabeth.   So the young lad was tied up with who or what and where he came from.   Is that any different from any other young lad. It  now seemed nothing more the a fanciful coddling of a young charge.  That perhaps Elizabeth in all of her uppity manner perhaps was sweet upon.