"Like I said," Silet answered the dragoon, following her downstairs, "all I want is my trophy.  The only use it has to me is taking up space on my mantle."<br/><br/>"What exactly is this girl to you, anyway?" the succubus asked her, "Forgive me for prying, but you don't seem too upset to be stuck working with a chromatic."  She paused to examine the small piles of treasure; silver, gold, a collection of jewels, all the usual superficial trinkets.<em>Nothing in comparison to the relic,</em>she thought as she continued down.  She had to admit, the raw ability and boldness of the thief was starting to match the appeal of the sheer challenge befriending the dragoon posed.  Silet paused on the steps, as if something struck her.  She retreated back upstairs, walking to the scorched table and flipping it over.<em>That's a relief.</em>Still pinned to the bottom of the undamaged side was a small satchel, clinking with wealth, swollen to roughly the same size as the small piles outside.  She smiled, taking the pouch in hand before heading back downstairs.  On her second pass down the hallway, she scooped her share of the piles into the pouch, before reaching the mess hall.<br/><br/>Silet's mind wandered as she thought of the best way to handle the green scaled thief.<em>No point in being subtle,</em>she decided,<em>can't let her think she got away with it too much.</em>"I'm impressed, I'll admit," Silet drawled, walking up to the green, leaning over the table space between the two, not bothering herself with the view it would give the dragoon, "I can't even figure out how you managed to reach in there, least of all without me noticing."  The succubus tried to soften the knowing smile she gave the green.  "But I'm sure we can come up with some sort of arrangement, can't we?"