Falorre grunts awkwardly at Brenna's praise, and despite her best efforts to maintain eye contact her gaze is forced downward to the woman's naked, shapely form and in particular the areas pierced with glistening metal. The woman's last comment brought Falorre back to her senses briefly, and her pride overwhelmed her embarrassment as she puffed out her chest and placed one hand over her bosom, saying 'The names Falorre, that's Fa-lo-rah, and I was just passing through on my way to Korves'. After this she cleared her throat, staring nervously to the side out of the corner of her eye, and remembered that she had things to do. Her sword had no blood on it, presumably the raw magical energy she had imbued in it consumed whatever blood would otherwise have stained it, and she proceeded to sheath it at her side.<br/><br/>'I have a little<em>business</em>to take care of here still,' she said with an impish grin while eying the camp, 'your scythe is back along that path, that bandit's holding onto it for you.' At that she began to search each of (what was left of) the vagabond's bodies for valuables, then moved to search the rest of the camp, keeping an eye out for food, water, anything valuable, and perhaps any bags she could stuff with said items. As she started to go about her business, she called to Brenna 'What do you think you're gonna do now?'<br/><br/>(Search: 19)