Ravah's head turned from her inspection of the caravan's food supplies for a moment before returning to her work.  Good, an experienced guide would be invaluable and most likely help them avoid those same monsters of which he warned.  If, on the other hand, he was simply seeking to inflame fear to further inflate the doubtlessly handsome ransom he was demanding for his help, that had it's benefits as well.  People would be more cautious, and less prone to foolish mistakes that might put them under her care needlessly.<br/><br/><em>By Her holy name, I wish I had time to bathe</em>she thought to herself as she rolled her slim shoulders beneath the heavy weight of her armor.  While not rank, the long travel had left Ravah's normally soft and cloying scent stronger and more musky than she would have preferred.<br/><br/><em>Well, you wanted adventure, you twit.  You have it, and all it's accompanying pleasures.</em>that same mocking voice whispered in the back of her mind as she uttered a silent prayer for a quick and uneventful trip . . .at least until they reached the next town with a bath house.