Tara gasped as the carriage rocked and sped over the bridge, grasping momentarily onto one of the seats before stabilizing herself.  The voice speaking on the back of the carriage was familiar, and she felt a tingle of concern.  She watched the giant wolf get left behind and that at least, was a huge relief.  Its fading howl of fury set her teeth on edge.  She knew she had risked detection when she had pulled the whip out of her robes, if anyone had noticed it, but her skin had been crawling.<br/><br/>When the carriage finally came to a stop she tumbled out, feeling the orc's grip on her upper arm, helping her.  It was mostly for show, she could have been as graceful as she wanted, but she didn't want to set off too many alarms.  And then she saw Alex.<br/><br/>Raising an eyebrow, 'Sara' smoothed her robes.  She knew she had to put on her airs now, in the middle of town.  Here, she was known strictly as Sara, though a few of the men knew her as a little more than a nun.  Her eyes fell on Alex, and she knew the town had gone through much since she had received her letter from Father Corvin.  She felt a small twitch of unease as she stepped forward, bowing her head slightly.<br/><br/>"What of the temple," she questioned, a hopeful light in her eyes as she looked up at the youth, the curves and angles of his face familiar from the times she had hidden inside the holy walls of the towns temple, "and Father Corvin?"