<strong>Name:</strong>Lucas Myers/Isabelle<strong>Passion:</strong>Doubt<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Frost<strong>Skills:</strong>Endurance ( ) Brawl (X) Throw ( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>2(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.( ) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>6(8)[2]<strong>SP:</strong>1[6]<strong>CP:</strong>3(6)<br/><hr/><br/>It wasn't hard for Michiru to find the wagon in question.  It wasn't even that much harder to figure out where she and Lucas would be putting their stuff.  (Not that they had a lot to begin with, one gathers.)  There were a pair of entirely unmodified bunks (these were the<em>big</em>kind of wagon, the ones where people could actually lay down and not expect to put an errant elbow into supplies) built into the side of the wagon itself.  The interior of the wagon itself was cramped, and she would be able to see that the portion that held six (two on each side, plus two at the front near the doors) was only a portion of the wagon's space; one presumed that the door that was set into the back part of the 'room' led to where the wagon carried supplies, no doubt.  Their spaces were on the left side, over and under.  All Michiru had to do was pick.