The halfling woman's lips meet yours happily enough, and her tongue besides... but when you pull away, you can see a mischievous smile spreading over those now-shining lips.<br/><br/>"Did you decide you were in a dream after all, Elf?" she says, chuckling and reaching up to gently tweak your nose. "Or are you just conspiring to grant the old orc's wish?"<br/><br/>She leans forward and<em>barely</em>brushes her lips against yours one last time before brushing off standing, patting your head with another chuckle.<br/><br/>"Take those things to one of the curio shops in the area... and don't accept a copper less than thirty gold per crystal, or than fifty gold for the bonesaw. Though the saw is in good shape... if you take it to the Hospitaler's shop, the owner might trade you some healing potions for it instead." She winks and turns on her heel, marching away like the vision of duty... and yet still somehow managing to shake her hips for you. "Travel safe, if you're going to investigate the cross... I'd hate for my "lover" to jilt me after a tryst under the eyes of the fertility goddess..."