The soft little woman had a nice smile, Tyl'ra decided. She could make a lot of money in any brothel in all of Athas, of that the elf was certain. The compliment was met with a soft grunt of acceptance and the savage elf's nose wrinkled slightly at the scent that wafted up when her hair moved when she did. It was odd for someone to smell so... pretty. She had to admit that it did suit her though, but it certainly brought even more sharply into focus the fact that she was out of place. At the momentary sight of what looked like a study of the lanky elf's form, Tyl'ra tilted her head to the side. She shook her head softly. She must have imagined that the other woman had been so intent. Maybe she was just admiring her handiwork.<br/><br/>Not that she did not have reason to. The elf stroked her fingers over her soft, smooth skin. It had never been so clean and she could not hold in at soft laugh. The glaring reflection of the coins brought her to attention. Her eyes locked with them and she crouched slightly, unsure of what the girl was up to. A soft growl rattled in her throat and she stared at the magic user. One hand slid back to rest more closely to the handle of her wicked looking weapon but she did nothing else to show any hostility. The heat of Nisha's hand was warm even against her sun-soaked skin and her eyes watched as if mesmerized by the simple action of being gifted those two coins. Eyes flicked from the coins to the Tiefling's face and back, not sure what to do or say. Was it some sort of trick?<br/><br/>Finally she mumbled soft thanks and stuffed the coins into her own meager coin purse, making sure to tie it extra tightly. She did not know how to take kindness. It was a rarity in the harsh wastelands. Kindness made you easy prey for those who were not kind. She thought that Nisha should be very thankful that she had found her first. The riches she had and that ripe body might not have survived long in another's hands.<span style="color: darkorange">"Do not thank me, Ni-sha, you may yet give me cause to take something."</span>She half smirk on her face made it most likely that she was joking. Again she tilted her head at the question.<span style="color: darkorange">"You are at the Oasis. The only water for two days travel. Then you reach a small trade town. This is where I was headed. Here... the nobles say that the whole of this land is called Athas," </span>She shook her head<span style="color: darkorange">"but they speak many falsehoods so do not trust their words." </span>A small shrug was all she offered, not having anything else to say and still marvelling at her clean skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>