Vashti cuts her eyes at the brief flaring of the paladin and mage's tempers, momentarily unsure which was more significant-- the paladin's apparent humility (a thing she had learned not to trust in men of the cloth, as it often preceded stakes and torches), or the witch's outlandish rage at his mistake.  It is unusal to bend a paladin's way in any matter.<br/><br/><strong>"Fervor and frenzy make poor bedfellows,"</strong>she says softly as she replaces then lens of detection in her pack.<strong>"I've sighted trees down the path-- it's a ways off, beyond those hills there."</strong>She indicates with one black-gloved, outstretched hand-- like all of her armor suit, they have learned by now, the gloves are glamored.  What appears as kid leather gloves fit to her skin, or as a light skin of lace over creamy flesh, are actually serviceable studded leather, exquisitely cut and formed to her.  The illusion of the swell of her full breasts under the vee of leather and the taut thighs peaking at the high-cut skirt and boots?  Though an image, they are a match for her own.<strong>"We should not tarry.  On a long enough timeline, we've necessities to ensure survival.</strong>"  She seems lost in thought, then shakes her head fiercely, as if to dismiss some fascination.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ready to travel the path, and if the others appear complicit she will take point.  If Terra has something better to offer, she'll comply.</div></div>