<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">That's rather unfortunate! On the flip side, maybe someone could fill in so we're back up to full strength as it were? I think things will be much smoother sailing from here on out.</div></div></div><br/><br/>The fatigued sorceress regarded Alexandra's departure with a measure of indifference, perhaps even relief; that was at least one stomach she wouldn't have to worry about filling in the near future. While she could sympathize to some extent with her frustration, it was definitely too early to quit now. With Alexandra gone, her eyes swept over the other members of the party, blinking as the archer she'd felled was drug up to the remaining centauress in their group. Wilnomna's comment only served to further the anxiety manifesting on the young sorceress' face. "Er.. thanks.. I think? I mean .. half-elves are kind of rare, I almost feel like you shouldn't eat her.. I guess she did kind of try to kill us though." The woman rubbed the back of her head awkwardly; she didn't really have any obligation to the other half-elf to be fair, and it was unlikely that she was going to force the issue, much less substitute herself for the bandit.<br/><br/>She seemed to come to a conclusion quickly enough though, following up on her first thought. "I uh.. actually am going to be busy looking over the wagon while you guys do prisoner management. .. yeah." She supposed she could at least count her blessings that she wasn't going to be /joining/ her kin inside a centaur's stomach. Collecting herself up off the ground, she meandered over to the worn down cart, peering over its contents.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Elisia's just glancing to see if anything sticks out as 'this is valuable!' but obviously the group still has to decide what we're doing. Just wanted to get my post in since I didn't even realize people were waiting on me!</div></div></div>