Aria had her typically, mischievously treasure-happy face as she stripped the drowesses (the exposed nether regions of the one with the horse whip, in conjunction with her cum-crusted chin, suggested she had been double teamed in like manner. All four bodies bore things of magic, and she trussed up the two denuded drowesses, one to each bed. "I'll leave both alive," she replied to Kass's thought, "Sometimes useful for playing captives off each other, a race to confess first, or 'prisoner's dilemma' as they say....or serial interrogation, with neither conscious to hear the other's, so that inconsistencies may reveal lies..."<br/><br/>She searched the room, finding nothing terribly valuable, magical, or informative, and used a wand on one of the drowesses to regenerate her into consciousness. Aria clasped a handful of ivory hair, and jerked the dark elf's down-planted face up from the pillow, then stroked a dusky cheek with a fingernail. She purred, with a sarcastic affection in her voice, "You and your sister had arcanists' spell components about you. I expect you know which of your colleagues had developed a spell to blast an area measured in many miles. Who then, and presently where?"<br/><br/>The drowess purred back, "Did I give the impression I feared pain, palegirl? I was dancing amongst snake-whips in Menzoberranzan when your grandmothers were crying pathetically under the breaking of her maidenhead!"<br/><br/><br/>lol pig on a spit, fitting analogy!<br/><br/>Aria take 10 on use rope (32 inc. the +10 when binding someone) and search (also 32) around room<br/><br/>Drowesses:<br/>magic: 2x headband, 2x ring, 2x amulet, 4x wand<br/>4000 gp, 2 hand crossbows, 20 bolts, 2 shortsowrds<br/><br/>Satyrs:<br/>magic: 2x chain shirt. 2x shortbow, 2x efficient quiver, 3x pan pipes<br/>nonmagic: 2x shortsword, 120 arrows