Some of the tips of the scales rise and fall under her palm, the muscles beneath rippling slightly before her hand fell away.  He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned his left shoulder against the caravan wagon, watching the exaggerated swaying of her hips with an approving growl coming from his throat before his attention is focused on the male elf speaking up.<br/><br/>"Staying here is not an option.  Besides the fact that we're surrounded by wasteland as far as the eyes can see, the fact that those guards and officers are missing is likely to be noticed in short order.  If we're lucky they already sent out their reports and we'll have enough time to get far enough away that our trail won't be noticed.  But we seem to have a couple of days worth of rations courtesy of our friendly slave-master, so I say we pick a direction and pray the gods are not feeling particularly dick-ish if we pick the wrong way."<br/>