"Hmmmmm."<br/><br/>Lucille considered that, as she stirred her stew - Sipping lightly at it, as she filled a bowl for the orc.<br/><br/>"Twelve miles east..." she mused aloud, and sighed. "Where's the road, then?" she inquired, canting her head to the side. "Wait, don't tell me - I can guess."<br/><br/>The honey-blonde vixen contemplated the orc, as she pushed the bowl towards him - "I'm not particularly inclined to keep a prisoner, and I'm hardly about to bring you in to be shot. Perhaps-" the gorgeous Paladiness tapped her chin, contemplatively. "-Perhaps you could *guide* me to the road. After that, I'll consider your penance discharged...As long as you swear not to molest any goodly folk who come by this way."<br/><br/>Her brow furrowed, ever-so-slightly - "...I can hardly keep you in chains, after all. And besides - After today, I think you've learnt how banditry might be it's own punishment...Right?"