Biggsky crossed her arms defiantly over her ample bosom as Bael'reth approached. "Now you don't go patronizing me, mister. You take care of the monsters and I'll handle your ride. Now about our horses - Calistria's cunt!" She swore unabashedly, the source of her irritation clear. The goblinoids' acidic spray had melted the harness hitching their steeds to the carriage, and now fresh hoof prints on the ground marked the direction in which the missing horses had bolted.<br/><br/>"Nevermind me, keep doing whatever you're doing and I'll bring the horses back 'round by the time y'all're finished," she sighed as she lifted the driver's seat to reveal a small compartment and retrieved a crossbow and bolts from it. "I'll be back in a jifty." She took off at a light jog following the hoof prints. Her hips and rump swayed from side to side as she ran, half covered by her leather chaps and nothing else.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The slime was thankfully inert, though it was sticky, half-dry, and difficult to get off - even if it was scraped off, it tended to stick to whatever was scraping it off. Up close, it also had the distinctive odor of semen. It became more apparent to Eleeza that there was really someone buried under the green goop.<br/><br/>Fortunately, alchemical solvent would probably do a much better job removing the slime, and the stuff was materializing bit by bit as Pat concentrated.<br/><br/>As for the carriage itself, it seemed to have been hit with a large amount of force that shattered it to pieces, but there was no trace of any physical object that might have delivered the impact. The wood was also unscorched, ruling out fire. Sika's foot brushed against a small object discarded on the splintered floor of the carriage. It was a clip of five crossbow bolts held together at their ends, probably to allow them to be loaded all at once into some kind of exotic crossbow. At the base of the clip was a mark - a five-pointed shield with an "X" on it.