<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/>Michiru would see that Lucas made no attempt to move when she left - whatever his agreement with the caravan was, it did not apparently involve this.  Or at least, not at this time.  Now outside, it was the standard 'follow the icon towards the mission destination' routine...except it kept updating every few hundred meters, and it would<em>keep</em>doing that until they had crossed the desert and reached Crowdrift.  Left alone to frustrate over her grind, there was<em>one</em>thing to consider - all of those PC ex-girlfriends were probably now on the run, just like her.  If they were lucky enough to avoid getting nabbed by the Hareming.  If they were not, then well...she was no longer their concern.<br/><br/>For the most part, things were quiet, but then, just as the sun was starting to hit the horizon...Michiru spotted something off in the distance.  It was coming in their direction.  It looked like a pack of somethings.  And it was<em>flying.</em>