<strong>OOC:</strong>Lyra is simply walking along the road to Drelin's Ferry when she catches sight of the body. She also notices the impending ambush, and moves herself into a position of safety before she and the others can be attacked.<br/><br/>Roll Result: Lyra rolled: 1d20, adding 9 to the total; Comment: Perception Check Red Hand of Doom; Result: 19, Total: 28<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/6007/lyrarhod.jpg)</div>Lyra had been traveling for days now. The girl was always between towns, always moving forward to new places and meeting new people. It wasn't that Lyra didn't want to settle down somewhere, it's just that her compulsions wouldn't let her. It was on this hot and parched day that she traveled towards Drelin's Ferry, the next in a long list of small townships and villages she would visit over the course of her wanderings.<br/><br/><strong><em>A body</em></strong>. Her sharp, green eyes saw it instantly, but her mind processed it a bit differently than others might. She wasn't really concerned with the well-being of the hurt individual; it didn't matter so much if the person was already dead or not. In a more private setting, things might be different. But on a busy road, with so many people milling about, she would only be teased by investigating.<br/><em><br/><strong>Curiousity killed the cat,</strong></em>Lyra chided herself as she moved over to towards the ruined cart. The axle was broken, and one wheel hung at an unnatural angle; it reminded her of a badly broken bone, the way it hung there, limp and useless.<em><strong>The body!</strong></em>Lyra wondered what sort of injuries it had sustained. Would there be blood? A lot of blood? She could already see more people milling about, and a carriage was approaching.<em><strong>I can't appear too interested,</strong></em>she scolded herself.<br/><br/><strong>"Is...is everyone okay?"</strong>she asked, her countenance very sweet and innocent.<strong>"I...I know a little bit about caring for the wounded. Is this person hurt, do you know?"</strong>she asked of another passerby. Kneeling down, she let her hand wander to the body. If she could just feel for a pulse...just know if the person lying there was alive, or already dead...that would be enough to let her move on. For some reason, she just needed to know.<br/><br/>That's when she saw the glint of metal in the woods nearby. Lyra's mind became alarmed, and her eyes searched all about for signs of trouble. This wasn't right. None of this was right, and the more she considered it, the more she became determined that she and the others around her were in danger.<br/><br/>A carriage approached the scene, and she moved for the cover of the great wooden coach as soon as she could do so without arousing suspicion.