<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f9/33/85/f93385f08616fa201dd67a2eef73ecc5.jpg)</div><br/>When Lyara gave her perspective, Vara nodded, giving a little smile.  "Might be best to have Lyara in the cart," she said.  "Nobody will notice me, and I can slip away easily enough even if somebody does, but having someone who isn't good at stealth trying to sneak around might give the rest of us away."<br/><br/>She nibbled at the fruit, accepting some of the other rations and things from whoever was organizing the supplies, and gave a smile of appreciation.  Then she listened, only jumping in on occasion when she had an idea.<br/><br/>"Maybe Lyara and I should take middle shifts," she said.  "We just Trance, and putting on armor isn't that much of a hassle.  Lyara, I'll take second, or..."  Then she stopped and counted a moment.  "How many shifts are we taking, four or five?  Either way, I'd put the full elves in the middle and the armored folks first and last."<br/><br/>Squeakers, meanwhile, had found himself one of the riper of the oblong fruits, standing upon it like a king and nibbling into it while having the time of his life.  For whatever reason, the mouse didn't actually like cheese, but life with an urchin meant that he would eat it when there wasn't anything else.