<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Guinevere_detail.jpg)</div>She laughed at Myar's posturing, and still giggling, she gave him the same polite and politely sardonic bow she'd bestowed upon Ashendar.  "Your aid was invaluable sir!"  The pretty bard couldn't quite hold the grin though, an broke into outright delighted laughter when Arren mentioned the bucket.<br/><br/>"That was epic!"  She enthused around a tear engendered by the emotional release of being alive as much as any comic value to the subject of conversation.  "It smelled of clowns!  And the look on the dragon's face..."  She burst into laughter bordering upon the hysteric, but quickly contained herself.<br/><br/>With a final snicker and a kerchief swipe at the corner of a teary eye.  "We really should get those horses."  She finally suggested.  She studiously avoided glances toward the dead - or maybe dying? - dragon.