<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg525737#msg525737">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 11-02-2008, 21:38:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well...from the top of my head, let's see. You could always stay here, but in a week Skuzz will kick down that door and pummel me sensless and steal you away. You could try to hide somewhere, but he'd probably find you. You could run, but that will be difficult, you only have the clothes on your back. Nope, Dartmoor seems by far the better choice."<br/>He moved closer and put an arm around her shoulder.<br/>"Hey, don't worry about it. Do you think all other changelings there arrived from Arcadia with a large thrust fund waiting for them? We'll take care of it for you."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She couldn't help it.  Whether it was frayed nerves or just the hopelessness of her situation, she suddenly found the image of Skuzz pummeling Io senseless funny.  Not that is was, but an image of a cartoon Skuzz popped into her head and she began to giggle... and when the Satyr put his arm around her shoulder she started shaking with nervous mirth.  After all, he wasn't exactly wearing much and it felt kind of nice, not at all like a smelly relative hugging her... Her laughter suddenly caught in her throat, and she hiccupped nervously, not sure if he'd be insulted if she pushed him away, just a little.<br/><br/>"So, umm... I never thought about it.  Is there some sort of... I don't know, fairy spelll that turns lead into gold or something?"