Tara purses her lips, thinking over the forest stories she's heard.  She really wishes she knew more about wilderness survival, but her parents saw that she was educated in the fine arts, not in hunting and camping.  Oh well.<br/><br/>Still, she supposed if it was a tree belonging to the forest folk, the forest folk were said to be relatively friendly and there was no reason to suspect that they would come to immediate harm.  And she was very tired.<br/><br/>Tara turned to Esme and nodded her head, her raven hair swaying against her shoulders as she unlimbered her shield and set it down next to the tree.  "I agree, this tree looks like a good place to rest."<br/><br/>Tara leaned her sword up against the tree, next to her shield and then took a seat between a pair of the wide roots, which formed a comfortable nook to sleep in.