Darian sits in the midst of the other women with a scowl on her face. The jostling and closed confines of the wagon does not better her temper,if nothing it only makes her feel more out of place. Amongest these beauties, she alone seems to be the roughest cut. If I ever get my hands on that wench who did this to me, she thinks to herself. The sudden clamour and shouts of "dragon" bring her to attention. As the wagon tips, she braces herself , the cracking of the wood and screams creating pandimonium amongst the others blazes as opportunity to Darian. Seeing the opening and the other girl climbing out, she bolts out behind her.<br/><br/>Running like her backside is on fire, she starts making a beeline for the woods. Her eyes surveying the fallen and the dead for weapon. Looking back over her shoulder she sees the other girl fall and the priestess stop to check on her. Must be dead, as we all will be if we dont get to cover Darian thinks to herself hoping to find a weapon on her way to forest.