<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/5e_PC_1.jpeg)</div><strong>Tania Duskspell</strong><br/><hr/>Tania hoped no one saw her wrinkle her nose in disgust at Clara’s suggestion of hacking off chunks of day-old horsemeat to eat. She put a gloved hand over her prim little mouth to suppress a gagging sound.<br/><br/>In her chain mail, she was not tremendously light footed, nothing like the spry Lynnara, and she felt less than wholly confident facing a trek through the undergrowth pursuing a trail. But unlike the others she was fresh, having not had to fight – yet. And while she had no contract to protect the wagons, her Order were under contract to the dwarf traders of Neverwinter.<br/><br/><strong>“It seems to me you’re down a blade,”</strong>she said, gesturing in the direction of the gear stripped off the shapeshifter, before turning back to her charge.<strong>“Mr Oxenbridge, I know my contract is with you, but the Order of Myth Drannor signed an agreement to protect Gundren Rockseeker, and not just his wagon. If he’s being taken, and if he lies down… there,”</strong>she gestured, vaguely towards the approximate direction of the trail,<strong>“Then I’d like to go too.”</strong>She returned her hand to the pommel of her sword, gripping it determinedly.