*An amazon by birth I have been to many sister villages and islands....except this one. I have heard many stories how-ever, tales told to keep the children in line, mostly about the Queen.
I adjust the sword my young roman friend has lent me how-ever it's still a bit akward upon my hip. Making my way to Lost I look up at the taller woman. some where in the back of my mind the unimportant thought arises....I hate being short*

"Lost, with all do respect, why didn't we aproach from the other side? This way it seems like we're trying to steal in like bandits?"

*I watch as the color of her eyes darken somewhat as she recalls something equally dark in her own mind, but then as if she hadn't missed a beat she's back and started to walk ahead a bit*

"Ephiny my friend, if what I hope hasn't happened, has, surprise may be our only hope....your cousin may be prisoner on this Island, and the witch ruling here isn't known for mercy."

*jogging a bit to catch up I keep the roman blade at ready and pray that our two male companions don't get into to much trouble. continuing at a jog I look again to Lost who's still a step ahead, her face holds a look of steeled determination*

It's been awhile since I've seen battle...let's hope it stays that way for know