Ziah hadn't been born yesterday, and living among the lecherous fey she could see desire from a mile away. She was, however, confused... how exactly would it... work? The woman seemed to be entirely made of mud, gooey and everything....<br/><br/>The ranger inhaled but remained silent for now, feeling a little awkward between the earth-creature's eyes on her, and the fact that she was simply supposed to raid these crates while the guardian watched. Hesitantly, she turned around, bending over and stretching the snug leather of her trousers very slightly, the material clinging to the soft, round, tone globes of her butt. She carefully opened one crate, gazing inside for anything that may be of use -- whether as a clue, as a weapon, or as some other form of aid. Even fresh food, though she doubted there was any here, would be of great benefit....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>