I counted nine smoke puffs, and they were still grouped together, so I was probably facing some more amateurs. Thank goodness it was so easy for a man...to dodge conscription into the Texas branch of the CSA (Confederate States Army). I had not been in the CSA either, but I had listened to my Pa's tales of the Indian fighting he had been involved in, so I had some idea of what to do.As long as those fools stuck together, I had a better chance of living through this mess I had gotten myself into.. " Then, who are you?" she asked."I'm the one they sent to use his body," I answered truthfully."So, that's why..." she started to say before trailing off."So that's why ... what?" I asked her."So that's why you can't raise one eyebrow anymore," she explained. "And why you can cook, and clean up after yourself. I thought something was odd, when you hung up my dress for me. My cousin Michael would never have thought to do that. And he never washed a dish in his life!"I looked at her and smiled.. We always had a plan and if anyone was seriously hurt our healers could handle it, and I always said to not worry about me so much because I could revive, but my friends couldn’t. I was considered a tank basically, I was always jumping into battle to protect my friends. I can handle massive damage and deal out even more with my axe. There were three healers and clerics in the guild, who were amazing at long range attacks. There were also a few other tanks, who did up close and personal damage,. "I think I understand most of what goes on around here," Tina began, "but..."Louise interrupted with a chuckle. "If you do, you're better off than I am! Who did you talk to?" Amy."Louise pursed her lips and nodded. "Maybe you do, then. Amy isn't an original member, but she's joined at the hip to Toby -- and if there is a heart and soul of this operation, it's Toby."Tina blinked. "Really?"Louise smiled crookedly. "I'm an early member -- but not an original member. There are three original.