<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Bri8_ava_zps8cf447f8.jpg)</div><br/>The redhead was scowling.  She flexed her muscles from time to time, trying to stay fit.  She glanced around at the tohers, wondering how long they'd hung here.  She pondered asking one...<br/><br/>Then one of her more curious fellows spoke to her softly.  She offered a quick, reasurings mile.  "Hi.  I underatand you.  I wonder who else speaks our languege?"  She looked up at the garuds, then down at the swamp.  "My name's Ran Fletcher, what's yours?"