Lyssa sighed as the poor boy lost his breakfast, stepping carefully away from him to go root around the goblin's corpse until she found her bullet, happily putting it back in her bad. Not too rough to find a shiny metal bead with a light shining nearby! At Aellon's question though, she gave a very exaggerated shrug.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't ask me. I'm a priestess, not a ranger."<br/></strong><br/>. . . . What? Since when was the halfling a priestess?! . . . though that ornamental clasp on her cloak DID look awfully like the symbol of Shelyn, goddess of love, art, and beauty. She glanced over to Ugnar though, and turned the question to him.<strong>"You're the one that seems to have experience with goblins. Got any idea where the warren might be?"</strong>