"A small group, though," Silet commented, eyes picking out the details, "no more than what we fought before, and far worse equipped.  All the same, I've had my fill.  I'm happy to call it a day."<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted over the pair, the dragoon with a much more swollen purse, and the thief with a new pouch at her waist, which she presumed held the relic.  Something still set her ill at ease about that artifact.  Truth be told, her interests extended past it being a trophy; there was a mystery surrounding it.  The way that object was bandaged could only have meant it was intended for someone who couldn't bear to hold such a powerfully good item.  The cleric had seemed to be such a fine, upstanding individual, but his soul revealed a well-concealed darkness, perhaps long in his past.<em>Which begged the question; who had he intended the relic to go to?</em><br/><br/>Silet fought back a chuckle at the green's request, anticipating a reaction from the silver.  "If I must," she said, a mocking smile still splayed on her lips as she offered an arm to the dragoon.  She sized up the woman.<em>Not too heavy,</em>she thought,<em>I'm certainly not going to buckle under the weight or anythi...</em>Silet's face twisted for the briefest of moments, before addressing the dragoon again, smile just as wide as before.  "Hold on tight, Tubby."