<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ljYAgW2.jpg)</div><br/>Zerxel had to admit once they started forward again after having settled on who got what once she had made her speech and managed to save the group before they splintered, she felt rather stupid now after having made her grand gesture of taking the cursed ring for herself.  Not only was her magical items now completely useless, but even if Shugar was able to get a sufficient charge for her powers, she'd be unable to help her in the slightest with any further healing.  To make matters worse, she still had leftover lust from the fight, and she wasn't sure if Shugar could feed off of it.  It wasn't a problem at the moment by any means, but Zerxel didn't like the feeling of what she had either, and if Shugar couldn't get some measure of primal energy from her thanks to the ring, they'd be in trouble.  In either event though, she planned to head for the Naga's magic shop in the hope she might be able to help her out of this predicament of her own creation.<strong>"I'd rather we head to the magic shop first and see if we can't get this removed there.  If not, then we can try Big Jack, besides, I'd rather we be at the tavern once the pregnancies start to show for us.  Speaking of, who wants to start on their soul fruit?"</strong><br/><br/>If there was no volunteers, not that she could blame them for being hesitant given the possible side effects, she'd consume hers once they'd been handed out to Bo and Shugar.  Zerxel had taken point long before Bo had suggested it, but it was nice to know she trusted her to do so still.  And while she was in a hurry to get the ring removed, Zerxel wasn't completely against the item either given the protection it gave from primal magic, which the Dungeon residents commonly used to their advantage she knew.  But the rogue wanted her armor back, she wanted to have that pleasurable sensation back, despite the annoying side effects using the armor or her nipple rings gave her.  That and she just wanted their powers back, because without it, she doubted she'd have made it half as far as she had so far.  She really should have given this more thought, but as she moved forward, hands hovering over her armor's gems, prepared to draw her blades at a moment's notice, the rogue did pat herself on the back for having saved the group.  That was the greater victory really.