<div class="floatright">(http://i35.tinypic.com/5k2a90.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_u">Jo'Anne Rhiannon</span></span></span><br/><sub>Cleric-Scout lvl 1   HP 19  Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=163172)</sub><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Jo moved to speak with Venus but keep her face hidden, <strong>"Ugh, yeah I do know her,"</strong> she admitted and then gazed down at the floor, her huge green eyes wandered on the ground and then found their way back up and into Venus's,<strong> "I suppose I should at least go say something to her, right?" </strong><br/><br/>Without actually waiting for an answer Jo shook her head, <strong>"Maybe not, its not like she's going to automatically know that I am here, I mean right?"</strong> With a sigh Jo rose,<strong> "Perhaps its best if we continue our talk in the morning?"</strong> she asked. After a moments wait, the woman had turned and Jo slipped past as fast as she could leaving Venus behind in a slightly rude and seemingly out of character fashion. <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>The Next Day</strong></span><br/><br/>The rest of the night passed and the early morning too without much of any event. Rengard sent for them to meet at the road north of town, the trail that they would take out into the fields. The meeting time was ten in the morning and it was still chilly. The sky was overcast and the smoky haze that wafted up from the town made the road smell of burned wood and hardy ash. <br/><br/>As the group approaches they come up on two carriages with drivers and Kyla Monahan standing in the path with Rengard Roland waiting for them. Upon seeing this Jo nearly froze but managed to keep herself moving well enough to not seem totally awkward. <br/><br/>Rengard called out as he saw them,<strong> "There you are"</strong> he waved to them with his free hand, something was draped over his other arm, a thick clothe of sorts with an insignia stitched into it.<strong> "Morning all!" </strong><br/></span><br/>