Tara Faintstar sat comfortably in her seat, her shoulder against the carriage wall.  By all appearances she was serene, if not perhaps more-so each moment she grew closer to her destination.  Her body sat mostly still, her long hair tumbling in scarlet waves down her back.  Her slender fingers dancing in her lap were the only real sign of a need to move that was being carefully restrained.<br/><br/>Her eyes moved around the carriage in small, flickering bits of veiled curiosity, her head lowered modestly so that her wandering gaze was mostly hidden.  She was pleasantly amused by the odd assortment of traveling partners she had been thrown amongst.  Most outwardly interesting might have been the small girl beside her.  Long rabbit ears stood prominently on her head, a book in her lap that Tara took little to no interest in.  She had heard rumors about the race, though she had never met one first hand, and she wondered how many were true.<br/><br/>Then there was the stalwart knight of Iomadae, resplendent in his fine armor.  She had to admit, he had a kind of . . sparkle about him.  Not the kind that made her fingers dance- she'd stolen from a knight of Iomadae once, it hadn't ended all that well for her- but there was something quite intriguing about him.  And where the knights went, often there was fun to be had, and perhaps paying work once she felt safe enough to drop false pretenses.<br/><br/>Then there was the half-orc.  Well, that's boring, she thought.  In her experience, orc-bloods never carried anything fun.  Not fun to her anyway.  If it wasn't small, and it didn't carry some kind of resale value . . she shrugged inwardly.<br/><br/>The tiefling, though . . . now she was a different mater all together.  She drew Tara's attention for a number of reasons, not least of which was that pretty leg sticking out of her dress.  Tara had ever had an . .<em>interest</em>in tieflings and their kind.  They were exotic, powerful, and terribly thrilling creatures.  This one wasn't letting her down either.  Her fingers practically ached to see if she could nick one of nifty things on her belt.  She thought they might being a pretty penny,and she could almost bet she had other interesting things on her.<br/><br/>Tara sighed inwardly, reminding herself that this wasn't an adventure, not for her anyway.  She had gone too far, once again, and now it was time to lay low for a while.  That's why she had donned the holy robes, after all.  She smiled slightly, feeling the letter from the priest of her sanctuary crinkle in her grasp.  She couldn't complain, at least laying low had a few benefits.  Quite a few if she renewed some old acquaintances.<br/><br/>Tara was startled out of her thoughts as a voice broke the lasting silence of the carriage.  Her eyes shifted, falling on the knight as he introduced himself, and she made a show of blushing modestly, a soft smile on her lips.<br/><br/>"Well met, Sir Cross.  I am Sara Sunflower."  Tara's voice had the lilting tones of a musician when she in turn introduced herself, her eyes catching the glint of jewelry around the half-orc's neck.  It was a weak assumed name, she knew, but sometimes the most obvious disguises were really the most successful in the end.