Silet smirked at the dragoon, silently praising her powers of subtlety.  "A relicky kind of relic," she joked, "something the cleric already had wrapped up in enough dirty gauze to completely mask it's goody-goody aura...  Whoever it was going to, they didn't want to touch..."  Silet paused as she felt her thighs rub together.  Without her pouch.  Her hands flew to her left leg, reaching for the inside of her thighs, her composed expression fading with shock.  "Wait... how did..?"<br/><br/>She looked up at the dragoon as the answer hit her, a broad grin spreading across her face.<em>How in the </em>hell<em> did she manage to reach that far?</em>"Ooh, she's good," she commented, standing upright, "Seems like your friend has decided to rob us."