<div class="floatleft">(http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/8125/ceara1.png)   <br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ceara Flynn</span></strong> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9196)</div></div><br/><br/>As she watched the mob continue to grow, starting to realize that the attempts to handle them were likely futile, Ceara attempted to get someplace safe, to sneak back down the side street she came from or maybe hide in some alley... but as the gates opened and countless catgirls moved to escape the city, every direction she looked seemed to be blocked by the crowd. Panicking a bit, she tried to flee... but only found herself being carried along with the mob, barely able to keep from being trampled underfoot, let alone able to get out of the throng... and once she was outside the wall, even keeping upright seemed almost impossible. Luckily, she found herself pressed against a tree by the catgirls trying to press around it, getting battered a bit but at least not trampled.<br/><br/>When the crowd finally cleared, she was slumped a bit against that thick trunk, panting and trying to catch her breath. Getting unsteadily to her feet, she groaned softly... though she couldn't help but feel grateful that all she'd gotten from that experience was a few bumps and bruises. Well, that and perhaps an infection from all the catgirls... though she felt all right, and hopefully, the herbs she'd been taking since the outbreak began would continue to protect her.<br/><br/>In any case, she thought, there wasn't time to worry about that now, not with some of the stampede's other victims in far worse shape. Still a bit unsteady on her feet, she moved towards the closest person, only to shudder and quickly look away when she realized they were beyond her help, quickly jogging over towards the guards "I... I'm an apothecary, is there... anything I can do to help?"<br/><br/>