Digging into it's skull, the monstrous thing is dead and gone before it could scream.  Good thing too; it's humming was creepy enough earlier, so she couldn't imagine what her death-throe was like.  Digging her blade out, wiping it off on the rugs of the bed along with her hidden blade.  She sighed, glanced at the stew... and realized that she really didn't want to know what - or who - was in there.<br/><br/>Instead, she looked around the place, for anything of worth or use... especially considering how she'd torn into her.  Then it occurred to her... now might be a good time to test out her gnomish lover's potion.  So, pulling it out... she opened it, and then... well, bottom's up!