As Fletcher reached for the dead drow, his hands encountered an invisible obscale.  Curious, Fletcher ran his hands over what seemed after a moment's inspection to be a small but well muscled rear end.<br/><br/>"Hey!  Watch the hands!"  Therin faded into visibility where she had been bent over the wizard, looking him over closely.  "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you do this on purpose!"  At the look of confusion on his face she clarified.  "I mean piss me off!"