Now the demon in the stone seemed to be eliciting her sympathy. Brea had none to give; from what little she knew of demons, they were evil incarnate and deserved no kindness. In fact, she was walking a very fine line by even co-operating with one. The only difference was that while she had nothing against demons, she detested paladins. They represented oppression of the highest order.<br/><br/>They had stopped by a few shacks, and there were washing lines with recent laundry hung out to dry. Brea hunkered down and kept an eye out for something suitably dark and nondescript to purloin. Definitely a pair of trousers and a coat. And perhaps a hat. She would have to make this quick.