Shurkroat looked at Brie, a competent swordswoman, and Fey, her elven wizard friend. Then her looked at the strange woman walking around towm in pink lingerie during the middle of the day. He paused to think of an appropriate euphemism, then said "Sorry miss, I wasn't expecting you to go with us. I don't think your expertise as a<em>working girl</em>qualifies you to deal with cultists and the undead. You should find a safe place to hide in case those things come for more townsfolk." Shurkroat tried to be as polite as possible. Seeing as one can never be too polite when calling a stranger a whore.