<strong>Mira of Shadizar</strong><br/><br/>Mira wiped beads of sweat from her brow as she continued to run.  The Brythunian beauty was used to all manner of exertions but running for her life was something she seldom did.  She was breathing hard as she ran, breasts heaving, arms pumping, legs straining as she moved as quickly as she could.<br/><br/>Turning to the taller woman beside her, Mira spoke.  "Better we avoid a fight altogether, my friend.  The port is close.  Surely, we can lose them in the crowds down by the docks..."