Sasha pulls her dagger from the helm of her defeated foe with a quick jerk.<br/>"That was too easy..." She says with a sense of disappointment as she sheaths the weapon back in her boot. Sasha closes her eyes, concentrating her energy to her damaged shoulder as a plume of black haze seeps from the wound and to her severed arm on the floor, engulfing it before returning to Sasha's body, forming an entirely new arm.<br/><br/>Sasha looks up to the Taur who stands over twice her own height.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"A powerful ally, or foe?"</span>Sasha thinks to herself,<span style="font-style: italic">"She </span>did<span style="font-style: italic"> offer her help though, so maybe she can be trusted... </span><br/><br/>"You're here for treasure too?" Sasha asks the large Taur, taking great care not to expose her fangs, "Where did you hear about it, from that old hick outside of town?"