<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Hours later, Tashiel had finally regained some of her earlier composure.  Still, there was a slight difference to her manner, her behavior.  Her cheeks seemed to flush more easily, and her graceful motions seemed more hesitant, almost more submissive.  Even her hazel eyes seemed more downcast.  Thoughts of their opponents flickered from time to time through Tashiel's mind, the way they seized her, took her...<br/><br/>Tashiel cleared her throat gently.  "Yes.  I concur."  She said in her usual soft voice.  "If we just try to sneak in, we will most likely be spotted.  Surrounded.  Captured..."  Her voice wavered a little.  "Well, perhaps we needn't take the river after all..."  However, Senna's conviction quickly overcame Tashiel's desire.