Pride... that's what the elders of the elven village had warned her against.  So what if she was prideful?  She glared at the goblin's back as he closed the door to the bathing room.  She should be slaughtering these beasts, not trying to seduce them for an advantage.  How dare he spurn her advances?<br/><br/>She crossed her arms across her chest and then made up her mind.  As quickly as she could she gathered up her gear and threw it all onto her bedroll.  Finding a scrap of paper she quickly scratched out a note,<br/><strong><br/>"Jack, twice you spurned my advances, there won't be a third.  I won't stay where I'm not wanted.  I shall return in the morning for my map.   I expect you to have it upon my return."</strong><br/><br/>She'd not bother to sign it.  Likewise she made up her mind that crossing her at this point would be a potentially fatal choice for Jack.  As the saying went, 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.'<br/><br/>Gathering up her roll of belongings she quickly made her way out of the tent.  She'd go just far enough away to be out of sight of the tent before setting the roll down and strapping her gear back on. It wasn't a wise idea to walk around nearly nude in a dangerous place.  Once she had the sword strapped to her hip she felt much better.  Repackaging her bedroll and all of her gear, she'd head off in the direction that the goblins had given her for an Inn.  She tried to look on the positive side, at the very least she'd had a nice warm shower and a meal, even if the cost had been her pride.