"A virgin." The woman clarified quickly. "When that mattered, my thoughts were slaves or some cultist trouble beyond mere bandits." She seemed to shiver with the idea but shook her head. "It did leave me unharmed in that way at least but it did not help my friend who they slaughtered without mercy, the Divine Shield his Soul." She seemed honest, a bit scared, but also surprisingly wary, and had the looks of someone that had not said everything at least.<br/><br/>Sighing as she let out a breath, she watched the monk and Lissu carefully, watching them going through the bandits pockets. The mage had a spellbook and a pair of scrolls and a wand, all of which Lissu picked up swiftly, but also a ring, a pouch with some gold in it, and a talisman around his neck. "Looks like there's some magical stuff with this fellow. No ordinary bandit." Frowning a bit Lissu looked at Marric.<br/><br/>The two men dead outside had less, both held a pair of glass vials, the swordsman's vials were both empty now, but on the axeman the two red vials still smelled strangely calming, healing potions Lissu remarked briefly. They had little else of real value, though their weapons were masterwork in their making, and could fetch a fair price.<br/><br/>Marric's fingers came across a small pergament though, upon which a simple scripture followed in common, from the dead swordsman.<br/><br/><em>"Make sure nobody follows us. See if you can capture suitable <em>offerings</em> for our ally. In the meanwhile, we'll prepare at the fort. If the news from that alchemist bastard are right, there's something valuable near here. We're not leaving until I torture it out of the old geezer what and where."</em>