<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Three/Three.jpg)</div>Her shining eyes flitted one way, then the other, narrowed suspiciously. She's totally judging. After a moment, she creeps out of the shadows, the glow of her eyes fading to a more normal green with slitted pupils, her small body clad in the musty old leather tunic and the flap of fur-lined cloth at her hips - at least in the front, only her tail is there to cover the rest of her backside. Three-toes feet, ankles, and calves are clad in sheathes of felted green cloth and fur.<br/><br/>"If it's bad water in a cave, boiling it would just make it worse. Concentrates the impurities. Not like puddlewater." she says matter-of-factly. Her fingers shift on the bone haft of her weapon, eyeballing the tall, fuzzy creatures, still wary. Once she gets to the pool, she reaches out a finger, to catch a drop from the trickle, bringing it to her mouth. A limber pink tongue darts out to taste the liquid.<em>Smack smack</em>. She considers, then shrugs. "I've probably drank worse," she says, crouching to pull mouthful to her snout with one cupped hand, the other still wrapped around her weapon.<br/><br/>After her thirst was slaked - and she had burped softly from her guzzling, she leaned back, braced on her tail. Examining the other 'prisoners' one by one, a sense of distaste seems to be growing. "Well. None of you have livestock tags.<em>That's</em>good. Means it's not hobgoblins. Especially good for you," she informs the elf nearest. "They like the humans with the wobblechests." Her eyes cast about the darkness in the large cave, tongue brushing a last trace of water from her lips. "This place is huge. Hrm. Best way to find 'out' is fire - it'll bend if there's a draft. Don't know if that will work in a space this big, or down this low, though..."<br/><br/>She sat quietly for a moment, mulling it over, then unslung the bag from her shoulder. "Anyone need pants?" She pauses, looking up at the big dark-skinned human, realizing the size difference "Ooooor wristguards, I guess?" A smile of carnivorous teeth is passed around the group "Three's tiny leather pants emporium is<em>now open</em>!"