Maron’s rosy nipples were like ice.  Worse, her finger’s were getting stiff from the chill.  Sitting by a fire naked, hugging her knees, she felt very much a frightened little girl.  Would that her beloved diety would gather her in his arms and take her to his home where…<br/><br/>“No,” she whispered, pressing her shining eyes shut.  “My duty is not done.”  And I refuse to die so far from Torm.<br/><br/>Her eyes rose to the two moons, searching the skies for familiar stars.<br/><br/>She began to work her hands together for warmth in front of the fire.  As she built up some friction and flexibility, she cupped her nipples, hoping to transfer some of the warmth.  She gave a contented sigh as they began to thaw a bit, then realized what she looked like, blushed, and returned to hugging herself.  “So,” she said softly, “There are goblins on this shore?  What did they have that might be of aid to us?  Especially knives, and tinder.”<br/>