<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/4c/5d/61/4c5d61e8a351dd72c4a028d07a1efade.jpg)</div>For a brief moment, the merrow looks as though she has seen some light of hope between Gwyndolin's shapely pale thighs.  After all, she's saying more or less kind words to start out.  The merrow's arms flex, pushing against the tight bonds of the leather for a moment before releasing.  Her pale blue eyes glance to the nearby shadow and for a moment she bares her teeth in it's direction.  Then she's pulled up into place by the huntress.  Her chest rises and falls fitfully, her dark blue tongue touching her lips briefly, "I can-" she begins before abruptly being stuffed forward.  Her eyes widen and she struggles for the briefest of moments before she fully processes Gwyndolin's threat.  Her tongue pushes out of her mouth, surprisingly long and agile as it teases between the huntress's folds.  Her lightly scaled lips and cheeks rub between soft thighs, her body arching forward to press her perky breast against Gwyndolin.  A soft sound of something between pleasure and begging comes from her throat as she kisses, licks, sucks, and teases, her eyes all the while wide with hope.<br/><br/>Rose, of course, is looking for a different sort of prize.  With expert movement, she comes to the stabbed twin and takes her knife from the corpse.  It offers no struggle or movement, clearly quite dead, a pleasant surprise for some adventurers.  The trident dropped from it's hand looks to be good steel wrapped in some form of black leather with kelp tying it tightly together in an absolutely expert way.  Though it has been sitting on the ground for much of the fight, the kelp seems freshly wetted and possibly even still alive.  A quick pat-down of the fish-man finds a shell with some small scratches inside it, a pair of silvery pearls, and a small soaked through coin purse.