The first thing Storm did was tentatively to look a the burned body and anything about him, trip wires or traps if not then the sword would be hers and she would pass the dagger back down the line. At least the Princess was more on board than the two friggin’ style queens….She did a little impression to herself in an effected voice, about hair and toilette…<br/><br/>Her attentions then returned to Quilla, “Fer facks sake Princess, ‘e ‘as seen a pair of baps, an arse and a fadge. Instead of fartin’ about like a fart in a bastard trance, cam down ere and give me a ‘and. We might even find samfing in’ ‘ere.” Storm slapped her forehead then regretted it, because it only added to the hangover what she did need was hair of the dog.<br/>