<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashiel frowned, her gaze shifting to look at the creatures near the fire.  She is silent for a few moments.<br/><br/>Finally, she speaks.  "Perhaps that is our best option.  We need to put them down quickly, though.  Surprise is on our side, at least.  And if there are others nearby, they won't be ready."  Grim-faced, she crouches, catlike, her shapely legs tensing, ready to spring forward.