Cyprus had to admit that her fantasy of freedom didn't seem half bad. For the most part. "Lifting trophies from the slain? And here I thought half the fun of being a wrestler was that you didn't have to kill your opponents, or risk being killed yourself. Are you really not going to be happy if you can't snap a man's neck with your thighs?" She was right about there being no freedom so long as threats like that existed, though. No matter how much gold she had, even that was starting to lose its value. After all, gold couldn't buy food if there was no food to buy. The land was in desperate need of a storm, and the sooner they brought one, the better.<br/><br/>He watched with some interest as Shanna stripped down to almost nothing, her remaining outfit doing more to emphasize what wasn't covered than to conceal what was. Beneath the gauntlets and greaves were gloves and stockings, and both were getting soaked through with sweat as a result of their confinement. Her bodice and skirt had clearly met the same fate, and given the color and light material, they were practically turning sheer. If the goal was not to attract attention, they were in for some trouble. Then again, with or without the armor, Shanna was going to draw eyes. "Oh, how awful," Cyprus said, droll as ever. "After all, your armor covered so many of your vital organs; what are you going to do without it?" Then again, metal of that quality, made in such expertly formed interlocking plates, could have fetched them a nice price assuming they could find a buyer who knew what he was looking at. And the fact that she was wearing such a getup was debatable proof that she wasn't just a prostitute. Now, with no protection but the weapon on her hip, she was going to look like a nice piece of meat for every man who walked by.<br/><br/>And speaking of which, far in the distance, he could see a pair of men approaching them. Too far to really get any details; even their size was ambiguous as he couldn't tell whether they were bulky and further away, or smaller and closer. The fact that his eyes were gone and replaced with whatever sense granted him vision now meant that his supernatural sense of sight was long gone. Yet another reason to miss having a body.<br/><br/>"You could have brought some proper clothes in the first place. Now you had better give those men a wide berth unless you plan on servicing them for a little gold, seeing as you tossed the only thing we had to trade." He rolled his eyes. "Or you could try killing them. That sounds rational and consequence-free." There was going to be quite a bit of killing on this quest. It wasn't that he was opposed to it. It was the casual and haphazard way Shanna had selected and dispatched her victim, when so many non-murder solutions had been on the table. "The world has enough violence, why add more?"<br/><br/>But without a body, she was free to ignore his advice and engage in as much violence as she wanted. Or any other strategy.