Elora gave a small, pouting frown at Deon's command to<em>'loot the dead'</em>- that didn't sound very heroic in to her ears.  Would Torm approve of such actions?  Not for the first time, the elven paladin visibly hesitated before her hand closed around the sack and she went to reluctantly obey.  After all, Deon had given a<em>command</em>and with a quick glance around - none of the other girls seemed to have a particular problem with what was said.  She didn't want to be the only one who might disappoint the cleric with her refusal.<strong>"Well, we should try our best to find out who it belongs to when we reach the next town,"</strong>she said, but her protest was weak - after all, she knew how difficult it would be to find unmarked goods that were obviously pillaged by the lizardfolk from who knows where.  More than likely, the possessors of such goods were with the gods already.  And at that thought, the elven paladin dropped to one knee as she bowed her head and muttered a prayer to Torm that He might guide their souls to their final resting place.  After a minute or so, and feeling much more at peace with herself, Elora went back to the task of picking through the various bodies - looking for any valuables to add.  Carefully, the elf fastidiously cleaned off any coins before putting it in the sack.<br/><br/>Similar to Elora, Lune also went from corpse to corpse - but in a much more efficient manner.  Things of immediate value were wiped off in the grass and place in the sackwhile things of possible value were stacked in different piles for her to go through once she was done with the various tasks to make camp ready.  The half-elf also made sure to double-check any corpse that Misty tended to - as the female barbarian was rather careless in her approach, simply grabbing whatever caught her eye.  A half-dozen of the makeshift necklaces, pierced coins which were threaded, hung from Misty's neck, adorning her in a rather fitting manner.  It seemed as if the barbarian and the lizardfolk had rather similar fashion tastes - an observation that Lune itched to say...when she was at a safe distance from the stronger and larger woman.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Misty finished first - simply grabbing whatever caught her eye and fancy.  Making her way over to Deon, she peered curiously at the greatsword and with a nod of approval from Deon, the female barbarian took it.  She gave it a few experimental swings as she handled the longer blade easily as if it were an extension of her own body - though she did wince when she made particular movements that would stretch her side.  There was still a thin pucker, a pinkish line and beginning of a scar, where the lizardman chieftain had left his mark on the barbarian.  It was another of the half-dozen or so faded scars that she bore on her body, each one telling a tale of a close encounter similar to the one she had faced.  Handing back the greatsword to Deon after anoer second, Misty gave a grunt.<strong>"It's balanced well,"</strong>she noted before going off with her greataxe and a look of glee to behead a variety of lizardfolk corpses.<br/><br/><strong>"Master?"</strong>It was once again from Beatrice, as the tiefling witch pressed close to him.  One of her slim hands delicately stroke an arm as she leaned against his side with a contented sigh.  Since she had not been commanded to do anything, she was more than welcome to monopolize his time a little.  Still, it rankled her that she wasn't trusted like all the other girls.<strong>"As you know, I have my magics.  Please free me from my chains and allow me my spellbook once again."</strong>Her tone was coy even as her tail brushed against his leg, coiling around it briefly.<strong>"Tell me what I must do to allow me to be of <em>use </em>to you..."</strong>Her tone was seductive, implying her usefulness in more ways than one as she rubbed herself against him, feeling an illicit thrill run through her - a motion that none of the other girls missed if the darker, jealous looks shot the tiefling's way were any indication.  In particular, Elora looked as if she had bitten into an piece of unripe fruit, her lips puckering in a way that made her look even younger than she did already...and strangely cute.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Sir?  What will be done about my 'Watch'?"</strong>Elora suddenly said, once the party was settled back at camp.  The elf had a very serious, grave expression on her face after asking her question.  She was at Deon's right side, close enough that she could lean up against him.   In her hands, she balanced a plate for Deon - a freshly slain quail from Lune's bow being his dinner for the evening.  The half-elf seemed rather pleased with herself, a small smile of satisfaction on her lips after she had made the shot and then proudly brought it back to present to the cleric.  Mustard greens had also been found by the scout, having a successful forage - and Elora had taken it upon herself to wash them and dress them in a aesthetically pleasing manner before also using a few of the dried nuts and berries in their trail rations as a garnish.<br/><br/>Beatrice was also equally close, her chin resting on Deon's left shoulder.  The tiefling witch had taken it upon herself to feed Deon, a simple task that almost erupted into a full-out shouting match among the girls on who exactly should get to feed him, before the cleric had settle matters with a stern voice.  He pointed out that the party's prisoner needed to earn her keep like all the rest and so, they all agreed to let Beatrice feed him...albeit very reluctantly with sideways looks.<strong>"Say 'Ah', Master..."</strong>The tiefling said, as she delicately cut him another piece of the roasted quail before also stabbing a few sprigs of the mustard greens to present a very delectable bite.  Her motions were very delicate and very careful, the shackles on her wrists making it so she had to be.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Misty sat across from a small fire.  The female barbarian was still wearing the coin necklaces and was sprawled in a very unfeminine way - though she did make sure that Deon had a clear view of her crotch from her split legs.<strong>"I say 'tough luck',"</strong>The barbarian noted loudly, biting off another piece of the dried jerky from the trail rations.<strong>"You must have some poor luck with the gods.  Perhaps Torm is angry with you..."</strong>she said almost philosophically.  After all, it wasn't her 'First Watch' so Misty didn't care.   Her wounds had been seen to as they had set up camp, tight bandages and dressings all over her body, courtesy of the healer's kit from Elora's pack.  A few vials of healing salve also had been slathered onto the bandages before they had been placed on her to hasten the healing process over the night.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, <em>I</em> don't think that's very <em>fair</em>..."</strong>Elora said with a huff, the plate momentarily wobbling with her pique before she focused her attention at the task on hand again.<strong>"Sir, I have 'First Watch' tomorrow night as well, yes?"</strong>The elven paladin gave him a hopeful look, doing her best to look calm, though the excited twitching of her ears gave her away.<br/><br/><strong>"And <em>just </em>how is that <em>fair</em>?"</strong>The voice came from Lune, who was at a bit of distance from the party.  The half-elf first tethered all the horses, rubbed them down and fed them, and now was busy fletching a new set of arrows to replace the ones she had used earlier today.  The various piles of goods had also been separated and organized neatly by her as she stopped what she was doing to come join by the small, crackling fire.<strong>"At <em>best</em>, you should simply get the time you lost today.  <em>I </em>think <em>we </em>should draw lots again."</strong>A glare was shared between the elf and the half-elf across the fire before Lune presented a piece of  parchment.  On it was her neat, fine writing for Deon to look over, detailing any and all the items that were worth anything.<strong>"The greatsword is around a thousand gold pieces - probably some noble's.  Maybe there's a bigger reward if we return it rather than sell it outright.  Same with the mithril bar I found among the trade goods though we might get more if we bargain well.  And we have around a thousand gold in coins - give or take fifty gold."</strong>A frown was then given by the half-elf.<strong>"The trade goods would also be worth something if they weren't so damaged.  As they are now, it'd be hard to find a buyer for them..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I get the sword."</strong>Misty lazily said, sitting around the fire.  Her fingers came up to idly shake the necklaces draped around her neck.<strong>"And these necklaces."</strong>She now reached up to itch under her arm, shifting her position again as she now presented her full, barely-clad leather bottom at Deon.<strong>"I got the most kills, so I get the most loot."</strong>The logic seemed to make perfect sense to the female barbarian and she seemed content with her conclusions as she took another bite of the jerky.<br/><br/><strong>"Your horse was the one that was taken,"</strong>Lune noted dryly.<strong>"Mainly because <em>someone </em>was too lazy to tie it properly..."</strong>When the barbarian didn't seem very bothered by that fact, the half-elf proceeded to outline what exactly she was getting at.<strong>"So I think you need to first <em>pay </em>for the horse, the saddle, and all the goods with it.  I think it adds up to around six hundred or so gold if we consider the inconvenience of it.  Plus I think you need to pay so one of us will split a saddle with you, unless you feel like walking on foot the rest of the way.  And I can't see any one of us letting you sit with us for less than another hundred gold.  So no, I don't think you get the biggest share of the loot."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"What?!?"</strong>Misty gave an outraged squawk, finally catching up to what Lune had been implying.<strong>"That could have been anybody's horse!"</strong>She gestured broadly with her arms to indicate her outrage at the half-elf's assessment.<br/><br/><strong>"How unfortunate,"</strong>Elora sniped, even as she gave another blushing smile in Deon's direction.  Oh, she loved looking at his eyes!<strong>"You must have some poor luck with the gods..."</strong>Her voice was laden with irony as she used the barbarian's earlier words against her.<br/><br/><strong>"Faugh!"</strong>Misty crossed her arms over her impressive bosom defensively - apparently, the Elora's use of sarcasm had gone right over her head.  No real surprise to the party perhaps, but still amusing nonetheless.<strong>"We still have enough horses.  We just make the witch walk."</strong>A look was given at Beatrice, sizing her up.<strong>"She's a prisoner.  She shouldn't get a horse.  If she can't keep up, then we just drag her on the ground."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC Notes:</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lune will have taken a '10' on her Survival Check, a '10' Appraise Check and also a '10' on her Craft (bowmaking)<br/><br/>To determine which horse was lost, I rolled 1d6 and got a '2' - with 1 representing Elora and 6 representing the pack horse with them.  The order was Elora, Misty, Lune, Beatrice, Deon, pack horse.</div></div>