Tara shuffles through the forest, trying to manage some semblance of her usual grace.  She isn't used to the outdoors however, being raised a city girl through and through.  The branches and brambles of the forest seem to leap out at her, clinging to her dress at every opportunity, till she could practically swear that nature itself was against her.<br/><br/>Finally, she reached the thinning of the forest.  Tara paused, considering whether to run out into it or not.  On the one hand, she'd make better time and it'd go easier on her poor dress.  On the other, the dragon could spot her far more easily if she were out in the open.  As she was torn in contemplation, Tara suddenly saw the soldier, lying on the ground.<br/><br/>She noted his sword and shield, out of his immediate grip.  Well, that was good, in as much as he wouldn't be able to use them on her!  Of course, she personally had no training in swordsmanship and she didn't know how to use the weapons for her own benefit.  However, she wasn't sure if the soldier was alive or dead.<br/><br/>She paused, staring at the fallen man, trying to spot the signs of life.  Had his horrible wound slain him, or did he need help?  Was this a trap?  Was what injured him nearby?  Tara paused, hunkering in the bushes as she peered about anxiously.