She gave a start at the brush to her side, a grin spreading across her face as the green walked past.  "I like her," she said to the dragoon as she left the room.<br/><br/><em>Perhaps it's too much to ask the fates that she understand how a succubus works,</em>she thought to herself.  "I thought you would know better than to take a succubus' kiss at face value.  Tell me, are you a vegetarian?  Or do you exercise cruelty to those unfortunate enough to be born below you on the food chain?  And as long as your body's tensed up like that, waiting for any excuse you can use to kill me for what I am, I see every right to compare you to these men."<br/><br/>As the dragoon's features softened, Silet walked away, quietly saying 'good girl'.  "I did spend a week with these men, after all," she began, "most of the other camps have suffered similar attacks.  Their larger compounds are all further north; when an outpost like this falls, the remnants move north, to one of the bigger bases.  They're on the defensive, barely surviving the dragon attacks.  But that's what happens when the weak stand up to the strong."  Silet wound her fingers together, and stretched her arms over her head.  "If you want to take one of those on, though, you'll need a few more dragons.  At least three times as many men, and infinitely better organized."<br/><br/>"But let's get back to the here and now," she said.  "Forgive me for finding it odd you're looking for treasure in a bedchamber.  The cleric had taken a vow of poverty; all he really owned was some strange relic thing."