<div class="floatleft">(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a304/RuffNRowdy/406a14c5-1c3e-4906-8bb2-fc68abc3d152_zps31e62764.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/141/2/9/cassidy_the_cotton_candy_by_pamelasantos-d660siv.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Becky Puddleberry</strong></span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=987688)</div><br/>She lowers the didgeridoo as she stares at Thorne for a few seconds, then looks toward the Cleric...and finally turns to Tluian, face scrunched up a little.  "Do you think maybe the arrows they got shot with were full of drugs?  Like, lots and lots and lots of drugs?  I can't think of any other reason why they'd be so desperate for sex and willing to overlook the...uh...ickiness and, you know, evilness of these goblins."<br/><br/>She tucks her instrument back in its sling, suddenly no longer keen on blowing her horn, or<em>anything</em>for that matter.  "I'm with the elf in the dress.  Going to town and then coming back again will take four hours, and...even if they<em>are</em>enjoying their horrible gang-bang at the hands...and other appendages...of their disgusting captors, I don't really want to waste four hours traipsing back and forth.  Plus, you know, RAPE!"