<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/aeriyon/New%20Pics%20for%20RP/500px-Reynalle_5_zps133c241c.jpg)</div><br/>It'd take a few hours to recover, but Syra came around, shifting slowly as her cloak drifted off her back as her wings flexed out.  She remembered being hit by crossbow bolts and then it hit her that they'd been ambushed and she looked around.  Despite being on her hands and knees; she glanced over the containing wall of the wagon and took in account what happened.  It seemed like they were missing several members of the group; as Syra shifted to get into a sitting position and stretched a bit, making her ample breasts bounce in their leather constraints. She spotted that the cleric/goddess? was gone, the drow female she caught snooping in the grass earlier was gone, as well as the irritating paladin.<br/><br/>"Man that sucked.." she muttered and looked to see who was actually there.  "Man how long was I out? What happened to the others? And why do you have a goblin tied up? Planning on roasting hin on a spit?"