<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Vedaa_Joe_3.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Joe (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q-aqg2Y8RQJG8CwTzELOm8DUiDTjtAlG984nufI67Rc/edit)</strong></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Vedaa_Joe.jpeg)</div><br/><br/>Joe straightened from his challenging and ready crouch as the vines returned to the walls of the Hedge, dormant and docile as before. He had hoped that they would lead to some vine beasty they could confront and overcome, not just some road hazard like a blown tire. Gathering the group in again, he was appreciative of the wardrobe change Brandi had chosen for combat, then again, he noticed the torn blouse and bruised shoulder. "Are you well?" He wished he could heal, it would give him the excuse to touch her. Reaching into his bag he produced a jersey. It would engulf her, but she probably wanted coverage more than fashion right now. "Ummm, we can tie a knot behind your neck. Its what I got."<br/><br/>The cries were growing fainter and he needed to get them moving again. As soon as they could he drew his eyes away from her, and began forward. One trap down, many more to come, and where were those wolves.<br/>