Mona snickers one being slapped, and returns the swat with her free hand- only it's a little less a swat than a grope, and goes a little higher up on Delia's thigh than the succubus's tail had landed. Then, to ensure an equal opportunity, she also gives Xarius a good firm grope, even higher on the man's thigh. "Can't blame them a bit! ...got some high spirits from still having that soldier on me," she says, luxuriantly stretching- "And from finally having proof that I'm a proper mage, even if I did have to steal it from she-who-is-currently-on-your-eminently-ogleable ass." She inhales another chunk of sushi and adds, "I always liked leathers too, but uh, more practical ones. Fireproof ones, that mostly were head to tail. Remind me too much of work to wear them when I"m out to have fun," she adds with a bit of wistfulness. "...silk, here, when I'm out for fun. And yeah, it's PROBABLY the locals just blowing some wrecked up tribal camp out of size, but what the hell, it might be fun! May even have some Ancient Guardians to it, I've hear stories about those." Mona doesn't notice the quaver in Delia's voice- but Aron does, the drow quietly reaching over and rubbing the succubus's upper spine between her wings.<br/><br/>"Easy, there," the drow cautions, eyes twinkling. "Even if it was real, not a lot hangs around a temple nobody worships at, isn't that true? Why, even if it were a temple to you, my dear, after so long unattended it'd hardly hold any power for you anymore. But there may be some interesting things to find," the burglar says. "One can hope. But I do agree that having a little excitement stirred up around here would hardly be a hindrance."<br/><br/>"It could." Chira says. "Like I said, you've probably been made as a possible threat to the expedition already- if people connected with it were to turn up missing or dead, you- and we, by extension- probably would get blamed. So be careful," the mammoth centaur says. She seems to mostly be eating fruits and vegetables tonight, presumably because even her gullet got its fill of flesh aboardship. As she takes another few apples, Delia's thoughts proceed to what she's learned of the city so far. Almost any merchant big enough to be worth robbing would be a taxpayer- or, more accurately, someone who paid protection money to one of the grand robber barons that pass for administration of the island. So knocking over a shop probably would be a hazardous undertaking. Anyone of property, however, would be generally reckoned to be able to take care of themselves; a good attack on one of the smaller manors would probably go without any reprisals quickly. There, they'd be spoiled for choice, as anyone who was anyone built themselves a little villa at least when they had enough gold to do so- and generally bought themselves competent security as well. But most of the smaller players' bodyguards could be overwhelmed with a smart and stealthy attack, of the sort Aron likely had... experience planning.<br/><br/>And, of course, almost all the temples were fair game as far as the powers that be were concerned. The gods were also reckoned to be able to care for themselves. In a way, the brutishly mercenary town was paradoxically better able to protect the weak than the strong, because the weak could be the protected clients of the very strong while the merely capable had to make their own way out of pride or some other fault. Taking out a moderately wealthy merchant baron who'd been down on their luck, if one who wasn't backing the expedition could be found, would probably not be taken as a serious threat to the status quo- that would be more a way to get some money and get themselves... situated. The bigger the target, of course, the more disorder they could cause- but the stronger security would be.