<div class="floatright">  (http://i.imgur.com/MkdOVAW.jpg?2)</div><br/>The moment passed, she leans away from the elven warrior for long enough to consider their 'benefactor'... she toys, for a moment, with the thought that the sadistic demon in her might simply ravage them and extract their 'essence' in a way heretofore unspoken... unless, perhaps, she had appetites for more than simple suffering.  Did demons have lust..?<br/><br/>She walls the thought away, promising herself to consider it only if she was alone, and far from the vixen's blazing eyes.<br/><br/>With no protest, and no apology for her question about the map, she showed no disappointment that might belie any desire to escape.  Instead, she glances over at the guard who addresses them, then simply turns her face away to study their path.  Once they have set upon their path, she flexes her unchained hands and, half-closing her eyes, gestures subtly to cast prestigitation to clean herself, polish their arms and armor, and-- if necessary, the skin and hair of a companion.<br/><br/>"My name is Baudhiel," she says quietly, the name sounding vaguely elven despite her obvious human heritage (baw-thE-el).  "I hope we live to know more of each other."