<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>                    </td><td><strong>"What do you think you are doing? Have you never worked in a group before? Unless there are eight of those, which I doubt, I suggest you keep it out of your pockets until we can have split fairly between all of us."</strong></td><td>                    </td></tr></tbody></table><br/>"As a matter of fact no!" Kiira said brightly, her voice as friendly as ever as she deftly twisted her wrist out of Wil's grasp. When she continued, her normally teasing cadence continued, along with a healthy dose of sarcasm. "I must say I'm ever so grateful for your helpful instruction. I would just<em>hate</em>to have you think I'm a scoundrel of some sort. I must say though, I'm a touch confused as to why you chose to confront me alone and not our bigger, scarier companion as well, since I could have sworn I saw you watching him when he took his little prize..."<br/><br/>She took the gem and pressed it into the hand that had recently held her wrist, flashing Wil a broad, saccharine grin. "Here, wouldn't want to worry the others. I'm sure this will be safe with someone as forthright and trustworthy as you seem to be."<br/><br/>Pointedly turning her back on the rogue she resumed her examination of the potion. She wore a faint scowl on her berry-colored lips, but it wasn't clear whether it was an aftereffect of her conversation with Wil or the difficulties she was having with the little glass vial.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>                    </td><td><strong>Any clue what type of tonic is in there?</strong></td><td>                    </td></tr></tbody></table><br/>"Afraid not..." she said, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I don't have as a lot of experience with potions, truth be told. 'Got a vague idea, but I don't personally plan on swallowing vague ideas."<br/><br/>She began to head back towards the road, handing the potion off to Aberik as she passed him. "Fairly sure it's some type of enchantment, but I can't make hide nor hair of it beyond that."<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>                    </td><td>"Anyone going pick that last gem up?"</td><td>                    </td></tr></tbody></table><br/>"Careful hon'! Apparently we've got to chip those up into 8 pieces. Don't want to get scolded by our knife-wielding den mother, do you?" she said with a wink, her voice raised just high enough that the words were obviously meant for Wil, not the wizard.<br/><br/>As she continued on her eyes finally fell upon the drow woman and her steps faltered. She took a deep breath, stopping to watch the exchange, and tried to remind herself that not<em>every</em>drow's primary concern would be holding her down and slitting her throat. She stayed a few feet away from the group, apparently content to wait and see what the mysterious woman's reaction would be when she noticed a moon elf just a few paces away.