In her new, oh-so-revealing clothes...Better suited to a tavern-wench's apparel, than the *warrior* she was, Gwyneth...Fumed. Paladins weren't supposed to indulge in hate...But then again, she hadn't been supposed to do what she'd, well, done- Which placed her in this absolutely ridiculous situation!<br/><br/>"I'm...thinking," Lady Gwyneth began, her brow furrowed- Smoothening down her clothes, such as they were, the aristocratic beauty's face flushed with embarrassement; Gods, they couldn't go out like *this*! She would *never* live it down. If anyone heard...<br/><br/>"We *can't* trust those...those lecherous, *vile* beasts- But...But, they have the advantage, and they're holding everything we own..." That was a particularly sore spot for her. The sword of Mandulis was a relic in its own right, and now, it has being held by...Held by...<br/><br/>She shivered, not with cold, but with *rage*. "-We'll get them back," Gwyneth whispered, vowing to herself that this insult would be avenged...A thought struck her, and she straightened, just a little, her eyes brightening.<br/><br/>"We need weapons. Armor. Like this, we'd be..." She shrugged, eloquently, not wanting to voice what horny goblinoids would *do* to a pair of adventuring beauties. "If we find a patrol, we'll take what we can-" Even unarmed, Gwyneth had confidence in Adelina's strength and her own skills...That is, if they were *lucky*. "And then...<em>If</em>we could find a way to unite the tribes<em>against</em>the minotaurs- Some way we could make sure none of them escaped...Well, then we'd be rid of all of them..."<br/><br/><em>And never speak of this again,</em>the lady knight didn't say, stalking onward stiffly. There *would* be a reckoning...She was sure of it!