Though a sizable section of their party had gone off for their own amusement (Though not far enough that Maria couldn't still hear some of the less restrained mewls and moans). Maria remained where she sat, legs folded and now significantly more hot and bothered than she had been scant few minutes before. The little priestess, Aritage, might have more going on than she let on if she could get Maria in this kind of mood this quickly. Though her eyes passed towards their guide, they were much more preoccupied with Grummush. To the extent she couldn't very well sit idly by while the armored dwarf made her own less-than-subtle advances.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Careful there, Dottie."</span>She smiled<span style="color: #b30000">"You're not the only one who can make promises to our handsome green friend."</span><br/><br/>She stood up, not towering but impressively tall for her race and sex.<span style="color: #b30000">"Armor and trinkets are all well and good, but there is little more valuable than some well-placed arcane tutelage."</span>With a snap of her fingers the campfire belched a fireball twice its size into the air with a roaring rush of air.<br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Tutelage in which I am well-trained and more than capable, and can offer to any willing to learn for a veeeery reasonable and negotiable price." </span>She added with a salacious grin towards Grummush.<br/><br/>She whirled around, robes spinning about her legs and accentuating her wide hips before she took her seat again.<span style="color: #b30000">"Though of course it is an open offer to any." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>