<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/BardLG.jpg?t=1256686916)</td><td><span class="bbc_u">                                                                   <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Allie FairFlower</span></span></span><br/><sub>Bard lv 1,  HP 14, AC  15 </sub><br/><br/>With the immediate threat over with.    Allie remained close to the wagon astride her mount.   She was no scout, so she let the others that were more suited for such do.   <br/><br/>Quiet as no one queried her on any thing.  So for the moment fading to as if a fly on the wall.   Content to lean over the neck of her mount and reach down and stroke the neck of her horse in petting lightly.   While taking in the scene around her. <br/><br/>As to whether the undead was just a random event or had they been waylaying wagons looking for them and what they carried.  This would enter into her thoughts, as she deliberate over them. <br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>