<strong>Tha'ael</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=604399)<br/><strong>The next Morning</strong><br/>The grey-skinned elf is clad in her leathers once again, still gnawing at a hunk of hard-crusted bread as she studies the group the next morning.  She finishes from a low perch in a tree, nodding to the others with a faint smile and, despite the remnants of the night's carnage, seeming in good spirits... an odd state for the businesslike agent, for certain.  "Next time we stay at a tavern," she says aloud to any nearby, "I hope we get to at least have a couple tankards to enjoy it with."<br/>She's rested and ready to traverse the next leg of their journey.