<div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/b6/ae/45/b6ae45ea51fab6883e9b4e4a2b0e3cfd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Finna Stendahl<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Staging Ground<br/><strong>With:</strong>Strike Force<br/><hr/>Finna looked a little bit bleary eyed but she has a jaunty spring in her step and a wide, thin lipped smile while she carried about herself an air of eager readiness. Much like a hound before a hunt, she was poised in these moments on anticipation of doing what she was born to do, fight the good fight in defense of all things good and holy. As she spied Bree up ahead amongst the members of the Strike Force, she realized she had another great reason to fight this fight.<br/><br/>That thought that made Finna's heart skip a beat and her smile grow warmer. She approached Bree from behind and placed a hand upon the small of her back as she slid in beside her mouthing, 'morning, m'lovely one' before turning her attention to the Paladin they followed and the other members of the Strike Force. She saw the girl in mannish garb and didn't recognize the wizard for a while, then Finna frowned, finding her change in aspect alarming and looking to Bree to see if she'd heard tale of its cause.<br/>The other members of the Force got nods and  a crsp martial nod before Finna accepted the gift of healing salve, nodding her thanks to the Paladin. She asked, "For those of us with a more Martial bent, what should we know about fighting the dead?" Her tone was firm and resolute and the question was posed with professional interest. Her body language told all she was ready to move out and that time on the road could be used to answer her question.