Maylea sighed.<em>What on earth have I gotten myself into?</em>she pondered.<em>TWO that claim devotion to a deity.  One of them supposedly the son of said deity!</em>She snorted, and then stepped over next to Layla.  "Just because someone doesn't dress to other people's rigid standards of propriety," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and a little disdain.  "Doesn't make them any less a person.  Appearances aren't everything," she said, and gestured to herself.  "Look at me.  But I could put an arrow between your eyes at 200 paces," she said.  But there was no threat in her voice.  "Not that I would.  I don't work that way.  Less you threaten me or my family, I don't have an issue with you, because I can outrun you."