<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>As her two companions moved into the clearing, Tashiel slipped off to the side.  Not far, just enough to reach the side of the clearing, where she crouched in the underbrush.  Cautiously, she drew her fullblade, keeping it low to prevent light from glinting off the steel.  Grimacing, she did her best to arrange her clothing with one hand.  Already damaged, it had gotten disarrayed in their flight, and seemed almost ready to come off.  Again.<br/><br/>Watching for their pursuers, Tashiel can't help but glance back as Senna puts on her show.  Tashiel smiled, amused, shaking her head gently, before turning back the direction they'd come from, ready to spring the trap.