The calamshite smirked as the scantily-clad, glistening damsels began to crowd around their champion and saviour,  her expression returning to one of neutrality once the holy man reminded her that a travesty had taken place here. Toria paused for a moment, concentrating on the coin held within her hand for a moment longer, her mind focused on the girls in an attempt to skim over their surface thoughts just to make sure a trap had not been set for those that may have defeated the short folk (along with a certain curiosity as to whether their damp complexions were from physical exertion from barring the door, the cold sweat of fear, or relief of the last inhibitions of those about to die).<br/><br/><br/>{Out of combat, though using a standard action to continue concentration on Detect Thoughts, the cone pointed towards the group of women. Will saves to resist the rather invasive probe.}