A loud yawn escapes the Shihouin woman's mouth. As usual, her rough (and not exactly clean) boots were resting on the table, chair tipped back. Clad in her heavy longcoat, and pants,she was a stark contrast to the angelic woman in the long gown across the table, to be sure. They all KNEW she was capable of flawless social graces . . and yet she insisted on acting like an uncaring prat. One of the . . least moral of the group, she was also one of the most secretive, having hidden her stronghold away (presumably) deep underground so none could find it unless she chose to personally invite someone. She hadn't yet, but had been giving the 'good Sister' appraising glances lately.<br/><br/>In a surprisingly feminine voice she responded to Rygel's point.<strong>"Precisely. This is the Wilds after all: it is doubtful a pack of low-breed giants could survive out here. Now, a tribe of them along with a few Fire or Storm Giants would have a much better chance of survival, and putting a dent in what livestock roams the area. Same with the vermin issue. I wouldn't be surprised if there a cloud of rats led by a were-rat, or those nasty burrowing bugs led by a demon-spawned one. A wee bit more careful thought would be prudent . . unless one of you would like to personally take care of one of the problems solo."</strong><br/><br/>She smiled happily, revealing devilish fangs. She turned her attention to the Paladin.<strong>"If you would like to give them your . . 'soft touch'," </strong>A very direct look at the woman's bare leg, and a smirk,<strong>"Then I wouldn't be opposed. I fully expect then to be some silly order like the T'sao Tse, that keep to them selves . . violently. Tread lightly my dear, tread lightly."</strong><br/><br/>A deep pull of the wine and she set an empty glass down a little harder than necessary, before shrugging.<strong>"I have no issues lending my sword to the issue of the vermin, single-handedly if you'd like to put more manpower for the more obvious threats, as long as you don't mind my dear boys and girls getting first pick of any treats up north."</strong>She grinned lopsidedly, fully expecting to be at least verbally opposed by half the group. After all, her citizens on the surface were the smallest group, so she (apparently) had the least need for large shares of resources. She smiled to the 'nun', half-looking for support, and half-flirting.<br/><br/>No matter how much she covered it up with crude mannerisms and heavy clothes, she practically dripped sex appeal. To everyone.