Sharille leads you over to two bedrolls that had previously been sent down here- whether for you or others, you can't be sure. Whichever it is, the halfling pulls them closer together- out of the still unconscious goblin's line of sight, too- and scoots in to the one on the left, leaving you the one most hidden from your "guest." A precaution against you changing back and giving away any "secrets."<br/><br/>After as long as a day as you've had, sleep comes quickly... and it feels like only moments more before you wake right back up, to the sounds of the goblin priestess cursing against her restraints.<br/><br/>"<em>Mornin', sleepyhead...</em>" Sharille's voice is low, a true rogue's whisper. She seems amused, in spite of the gravity of the tasks ahead. "<em>You'll be happy to know I didn't sneak a peek beneath the covers...</em>"<br/><br/>Her words (and a rather comforting sense of normalcy) make you realize that you've somehow returned to your normal form since falling asleep.<br/><br/>"<em>You ready to go ask your friend over there some questions?</em>"