<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashiel kneels down quietly behind a log, signaling to the others to do the same.  She smooths her skirt out with her free hand; they'd only had time for a brief mending, the ties up the sides still loose, exposing more of her tanned thighs.  Something to be attended to when they had time; not yet.  Well, so long as they served their purpose, she didn't care about showing a little more skin.<br/><br/>Raising her other hand, she gestured towards the watchhouse, showing it to the others.  "There they are."  She whispers.  "I don't think they see us yet.  I think we can sneak up on them.  If we just head that way..."  Tashiel shifts as she gestures another direction.<br/><br/>However, this was when she made the rather startling discovery that one of the branches of the log was, in fact, a cleverly disguised bird.  As her arm approached it, it suddenly took off, wings flapping wildly and audibly, cawing as it went.  Tashiel gasps in surprise, just as the eyes of the sentry turn in their direction.  "On second thought, let's run!"  Tashiel says, gracefully rising to her feet, ready to dash off.