<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pTABkwO.jpg)</div>Name: Curra Xar’cha (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895388)<br/>Setting: Lansite, Planet Cordovia<br/>Location: The Road<br/>Tagging: Senna, Miriam<br/>Rolls:<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite her poor grasp of<em>threatening</em>violence when they had already committed plenty, their prisoner did become helpful, or at least made a show of it.  Curra wasn't one for untying a prisoner they'd just fought either, but Miriam's suggestion of sexual favors did get the drow to exchange a glace with Senna.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?  Senna might have had the same idea, or at least she believed enough to untie the bandit.  "Mmm, yes, we'll find all sorts of uses for you tonight..." Curra joined in.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Coming to the monastery, Curra took up her axe and the lead, clearing rooms to make sure no leftover bandits were still roosting.  Coming out, she reported what was found--dead guards, but no nuns.  Taking the gold, she counted it with a grin, until the familiar butt-pinch came.  "Hmm, zhis will buy some whores for a few days, but more gold will buy more whores and booze.  I think I might be able to handle a cushy guard job for a little longer."  She didn't have any theories on where the nuns went, let alone how, but a few days of wandering and molesting Miriam in return for easy pay sounded fine, pinching Miriam's backside in turn.