<div class="floatright">(http://origin.webcdn.theblackdesertonline.net/forum/service_live/monthly_04_2016/e72f91c343b019b241ab397c25f1621f.jpg.05076148465192cc620aecb52c49af96.jpg)</div><div align="center">Maxine Heart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=263469.msg13021397#msg13021397)</div><br/>Maxine looked troubled. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to cause trouble... That someone had just chosen to kill the few to save the many... And that irked her new sensibilities in a way that left her uncomfortably seeking an distraction. Because she'd been ordered upon this path by her Jeweled Maiden... And she'd heard the talk... Whatever the bandit's plans were... they'd be seeking out this caravan now... and all these beautiful women would need rescuing sooner or later... She was going to put her skills to use...<br/><br/>So she stayed quiet when the men congratulated themselves on condemning the few to perdition. She forced a smile when anyone thought the plan would be successful... And then she gave a hopeful look about the fire. "It's certainly a cold wind blowing. Perhaps someone would like to share my bedroll tonight? I brought it from an Orcish merchant and it always feels so big and lonely..." Maxine left the invitation open, though she wasn't quite admitting to herself that she might need the comfort of holding someone more than she'd like to enjoy the discomfort of enjoying someone from within the confines of an oversized bedroll...