The burgundy haired girl stared at the steel shovel she'd brought out of her pack.  She'd acquired it for digging up buried treasure, or the graves of enemies, or even to double as a crowbar.  "I could be healing the wounded," She growled.  "I could be burning the enemy, or dancing for the troops to lift moralle.  These people could have had any of these services for a simple request and a few prayers for my goddess, there was no need to fabricate charges."<br/><br/>A moment later she stuffed the shovel back in her Haversack and threw it across her back.  She stepped up next to Liea.  "Let's go.  The cat girls can have these fools."