<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/15o8l02.jpg)</div><br/>Ember snuggled in beside Drake, her slight figure dwarfed by the muscular man. Yet her fingers held obvious sway over the large warrior's fidgeting and posture.<br/><br/>An incoherent little smile shimmered on her lips as Valva spoke of tightening bonds, and did some other choice inappropriate things. That woman will get into<em>so</em>much trouble.<br/><br/>"A contraceptive, that's a good idea." Her dose disappears in the folds of her robe. "Even if there are other ways of not getting knocked up. Hmmm. I guess I might find some acquaintances from my... err, prior business." She smiled innocently. "That could be useful in finding the priests. Hmm." She clawed at the rough wood of the table with a fingernail. "I guess the queen of pentacles goes with me, then. We need to at least try to blend into the crowd." Ember shook her cowled head slightly.