<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Guinevere_detail.jpg)</div>With a slow strum drawn out into a complex flourish of finale, Guinevere finished off the piece, leaving the area in relative and oddly eerie silence.  Sometimes you never noticed the background music until it was gone.<br/><br/>"You're welcome Ashendar."  The bardess curtseyed daintily.  She graciously refraining from mention of the pincushion of arrows adorning the fell beast's hide, the obvious proximate cause of her demise.<br/><br/>She failed to grasp the dragon's last words, regretting again her infatuation with the gnomish rogue that gave her a skewed appreciation for small things and left her with a smattering knowledge of a useless language.<br/><br/>Her eye did follow Myar in his trek toward the treasure.  "I think retrieving the horses might be a better solution."  She suggested with a rueful grin.  "I, for one, have no great love for the idea of trekking out of here on foot."