<strong>Kara Sanara</strong><br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1w0oWKeevsT89ly1sPz5wGX6KEoSRWrI9Yvf57gmwmho/edit<br/><br/><em>Boonies 3<br/>Parry 6<br/>Toughness 5<br/>Wounds 0</em><br/><br/>The pink girl groaned at the plume of thick, black smoke rising towards the horizon.  She encouraged her friends to hurry.  Taking a turn at tugging along on the travoy she'd lashed together to carry the yellow back and the basket full of provisions.<br/><br/>When they reached the camp, she gasped, even though she'd already suspected.  Looking around, she held out her hands to keep anyone from rushing forwards foolishly.  “I'm not very good at tracking.  It's a groundling's skill, and I never really acquired it.  Are any of you any good at that?”<br/><br/>As she spoke,s he drew her throwing ax from her belt and looked nervously around for signs of foes.