Minyche stared at the latest arrival, her jealous gaze focused on the elf's wings. Wings, which she might have of her own, if only one of her parents - she didn't even know which one - hadn't been a human-loving slut. Probably her good-for-nothing baby-abandoning mother, she thought, if blondie's clothes, or rather the lack thereof, was any indication. Minyche found herself clenching her fists tightly. "Points," she introduced herself to the elf, if only to mess with Juris's mind. "And I don't need no horse," she added to the cleric.<br/><br/>The half-elf was momentarily intrigued by the unwrapping of the relic, and just as quickly lost interest when it turned out to be nothing more than a useless spoon instead of some golden jewel-encrusted artifact. She avoided staying too close by Juris and instead walked along by Hanna's side. "Tell me a story," she asked the woman, "about how you saved your hometown!"<br/><br/>