Storm seemed calm about the body but whispered something as she turned the body over and took everything that was necessary from it. Again practicalities came into the matter. After all the soldier had seen plenty of death in her time, and many horrific wounds. She had obviously suffered a good deal of injuries herself.<br/><br/>The woman described in her most dulcet tones, and delightful turn of place what she saw outside the trap door. It was possible Storm given time could  make some sort of rough clothing from the burned items left on the dead man but …they may not have time.<br/><br/>“Right m’ladies’ we are in between a rock and a ‘ard fackin’ place.”  She sniffed again “If anyone uses magic, that book might be of use.” ‘Magic’ was said with a snarl, Storm had seen it at its worst many times.<br/><br/>“Maybe we should go down then…want me ta take point? See if we can get our stuff. I need a bladdy drink, and I am thinking though you would all be welcomed naked in the town I would be facked ...but in a differant way to all of you.” Storm spat again and sniffed. "We all 'ave these symbols for a reason and like it or not it looks like we are going to 'ave to work togevver."<br/><br/>Oh the friggin' joy<br/>