<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 5 CN</em><br/><em>Health: 54/75</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Gurlove wasn't really listening too closely to wait Angelique was telling her.  Not that she wasn't hearing the words, but her focus was more drawn to the world around her.  Every sound told her something about the world around her, but for the most part it was telling her that they were being tracked.  The shouting had stopped, but that did not mean they were safe.  Rather, the shouting had told her where they were and that they didn't know what had happened yet.  The silence told her that they had found the bodies of their friends and were now hunting the killers, Gurlove and Angelique.<strong>"Can't be too many,"</strong>she did answer the question, though her voice told how distracted she was,<strong>"Small nest.  Maybe a dozen or so at most.  We've done damage."</strong>Of course, she didn't need to point out that the damage they had done made them targets for now and that was a dangerous situation given how they weren't at their best right now.<br/><br/>As they moved, Gurlove felt herself getting a bit more anxious.  She knew that something was following them, but she couldn't see or hear it.  It was just a gut feeling and that slight hint of something in the corner of her eye.  It didn't help that she was feeling a bit exhausted by her efforts.  She knew she had pushed a bit further than she should've in the fight and she was paying the price for it.  But she didn't regret it as if she hadn't, then pretty thing would've been in real danger.  Still, the longer this sense of not being alone went, the more agitated she was starting to feel.  If it was a threat, she would rather just face it head on, but then again she hadn't really gotten a feeling of danger or malice from it, which was the only thing that stopped her from going nuts and starting to slash around her to see if she would hit anything.<br/><br/>Suddenly, that sense that they weren't alone was revealed as truth as a green-skinned woman appeared in front of them as if by magic.  Gurlove's hand instinctively went to the hilt of her axe, but it stopped there as she realized what she was staring at.  It was a Dryad, or at least she was sure that it was.  A creature of the forest and the way her finger was pressed to her lips told Gurlove that she didn't mean to fight.  Her hand slowly moved away from the axe as she looked over at Angelique.  She was wary, but at the same time, she saw no reason not to trust this dryad.  If she had wanted to harm them, she could've done so already.  And her words were quickly followed by the sounds of rustling not too far behind.  Their pursuers were catching up.<strong>"We follow."</strong>That was all she said before she would move to follow the dryad and expected Angelique to follow.