Tara flinched as the Sheriff paced, yelling.  She had met her before, though under different circumstances- and generally not right after a night with Father Corvin.  A slight flush came to her face and she struggled to remember the backbone that was hidden inside her robes.  When the woman moved before her she could smell her perfume, strong and . . something else.  She tried not to react to it, her eyes following the woman's movements.<br/><br/>As Valerianna spoke she looked her way.  She wasn't sure why Valerianna didn't name any names about the bridge, but she was somehow relived not to hear Alex's name spoken.  She could imagine what Hershey might do.  With eyes downcast Tara stepped forward a little.<br/><br/>"Forgive me Sheriff, but what Mistress Tarn says is true.  When we reached the bridge last night . . it was intact.  We were attacked by were-wolves, though, and perhaps in the confusion of battle . . . ?*  She let her words drift off, as if to say that perhaps an accident had occured.  SHe did not mask the fear she felt when she mentioned the were creatures, in this persona she did not need to.<br/><br/><br/>Knowledge Nature: 1d20a2 Result: 19