The gamut of emotions was certainly fascinating to behold as Kressle shamelessly bared herself to the group; Oriana was blushing, Lydia was suspicious, and Silas was amused. Actually, amused would be a grossly insufficient term to describe just how happy the rogue was at this large-chested woman that practically fell in his figurative (and he hoped would eventually be literal) lap. He made it blatantly obvious at watching the way her breasts jiggled and heaved with her movements, the curve of her waist that flared up into wide hips. As he watched however, he was listening to everything she was saying. This was good, almost too good; who's ever heard of a busty broad like this just practically throwing herself at her would-be killers? Not Silas, that's for sure.<br/><br/>"<strong>Gods be good, she's telling the truth.</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46791)" Silas stated impassively as he continued to watch the large-lipped woman stand there, waiting for a chance to remove her loincloth. Most of the party at this point would've accounted for the Rogue's statement as being an attempt at keeping the tribal woman around, but the way he followed it up with a surprised, "<strong>I... I actually don't believe it, she's telling the fuckin' truth</strong>" implied even he was surprised at the honesty in her words. His eyes practically lit up at this realization, looking Kressle over before looking to the others, "<strong>you guys wanted a chance at reforming one of these bandits? This one's your chance. If no one's up for it</strong>" he looked over to Kressle, a smile forming at the edges of his lips, "<strong>I'm willing to take her under my wing, with all the responsibilities that implies.</strong>"