<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Guinevere_detail.jpg)</div>"Who knows what he means."  Guinevere whispered back with a helpless shrug.  "Probably something harmless.  Maybe."  She didn't watch the beheading and evisceration of the dragon.  It wasn't that the sight bothered her - if needed she'd dive into offal up to her elbows.  But she didn't enjoy the sight either.<br/><br/>She spent her attention on the trail behind them - the brown mare Talyrand rode was lazy, and probably didn't run any further than the stream they crossed a quarter mile back.  Her own mount, Edgar, was a barn horse and would probably run all the way back to the warm comfort of the stable.  A riderless horse galloping into town.  That should worry a few folk.<br/><br/>She searched visually for several minutes, mostly ignoring the cutting, hacking, carving, and looting going on around her.  Finally she sighed and turned away from their backtrail.  "I don't see the horses." She was wearing simply the cutest boots at the moment, but they weren't designed for hiking.  She had a good pair of walking shoes of course - in the saddlebags on Edgar's back.  She sighed again.<br/><br/>"What?"  She asked, butting into Arren's question to peer over at Talyrand.  "I don't think that's the stomach."  She decided, though she was no expert on dragon anatomy - the bulge he was cutting around was too far back and too... bulging.  She wondered what it was?