The halfling giggles and gives you a look.<br/><br/>"So you're perfectly content to prance about in your birthday suit as a woman, but you're nervous as a man?" Sharille laughs and reaches over to pat your stomach,<em>just</em>above your hips. "Come on, Elf. The Widow sent us down some fresh provisions for the morning."<br/><br/>True enough, there seems to be a full load of supplies waiting for you in the dumbwaiter- a light breakfast, a fresh tunic, and clean breeches for each of you. Of course, you'll have to pass in front of the goblin to get it... Which Sharille does, wearing her night clothes. She even stops to wave towards the foul creature, causing it to blanch and stop struggling against its bonds for a moment.<br/><br/>"There we go..." She says when she gets back. Once she's properly dressed, you notice that an immediate change comes over her. Gone is the flirtatiousness, the humor, and the general niceties... and in its place is a face of years of military experience.<br/><br/>"ALRIGHT!" she shouts, striding purposefully to stand in front of the goblin priestess. "So, it seems you have offended a dryad... she left you here, with me and my friend."<br/><br/>She motions for you to follow, but doesn't stop talking for a moment.<br/><br/>"I hear tell of plans against me and my friend here... plans I don't like." The halfling turns to you. "How do you feel about her plans, Master Flamespeaker?"