The drow woman smiles, and runs one long, sharp nail over the curves of your cheek... and then turns and stalks away, her long, sheer black dress flowing out behind her. She may look a bit older, even by elven standards... but she certainly knows how to hold and display herself to great effect.<br/><br/>Though (thankfully?) your hopes are realized when you arrive to find Sharille, half-asleep and still in night-clothes, waiting for you in the drow's chambers.<br/><br/>"There... The lovers, reunited. Now, Miss Captain, I believe our deal is sealed?" The drow's smile is triumphant as she motions for you to join the captain on her bed.<br/><br/>"Yea, yea... Your girls have rights to gates for one month. Just make sure you're keepin' 'em safe." The halfling gives you a bemused look, but keeps her mouth shut for now.<br/><br/>"Oh, you needn't worry. They are all<em>very</em>capable in that regard..." And with that, the drow turns and leaves, the door sealing shut behind her.<br/><br/>"Ok... So, I certainly hope you have some good answers for me, Elf. Why am I being woken up in the dead of night, why am I trading favors with the Madame of the Merry Widow, and why in the nine hells are you a naked dryad right now?" Sharille yawns, and looks at the bundle in your arms. "And please, do tell... what are you carrying right now? It looks dead..."