Assallya squealed as she was uncermoniously plucked up and thrust over Breath of Life's shoulder.  Her bare feet flailed for a moment and then she was in place like a sack of flour with her long golden hair brushing against the back of the great cat's knees and her legs held tight against his torso with one giant human like paw.

Inwardly, the blond elven girl had no real idea how many goblins had attacked.  The moment she realized how screwed the caravan was she had fled.

"Twelve," Assallya lied smoothly, with years and years of practice, buoyed by the fact she was hanging upside down on Breath of Life's back like a sack of potatoes.

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