Ohhhh, ewwww. Charlotte's nostrils wrinkled at the charred, bitter smell of cooking, a light shudder coursing through her~ At least the lady knight was too lovely to go into the pot...Though she'd been *really* lucky this time! There went any urge she had to stay with the minotaurs...They clearly weren't father material, though fun in the sack...<br/><br/>Despite the hideous smell of the death-chamber, Charlotte's tongue darted over her lips. She'd have to make sure to pay them back in kind, if she found them...With a sniff, she took a right turn, peering carefully around the corner, making sure each one was clear before proceeding.