The shoulder-check by the earlier amicable green grizzle warranted no movement from the other dark figure. It's just another scratch on his gear. Buxom wenches love battle scars on armor! The helmeted head turned to view Bricen with a void eye. Likely wondering what displeased him so much. Maybe it was the smell of blood and carnage on his hand? Claire lifted the efficient ripping implements to his own visor before realizing that while he was busy sniffing his own claws, Maribelle and Alice had gone off to who-knows-where to do who-knows-what.<br/><br/>His metal boots began taking brisk steps to start breaking doors open to discover where the two had gone off to. Never mind Lady Lap-Weston's lecherous nature, but what if there were still cackling vagrants hiding somewhere in there and seeing her or Maribelle as an easy hostage? Breaking into Lord Attack Dog's territor-- NO. No no no no.<br/><br/>Upon remembering again that Alice had given him first-row seats to everything underneath her robe earlier, Claire's mind began to wander after briefly telling itself to stay in place. He was absolutely sure that his charge was of royalty, but how freely she had advertised herself to him is ripping apart his bastion of being a bastion. It didn't help that the bastion was already severely weathered from their dancer's relentless, persistent and pin-point assault. Difficult enough that he had to stay himself from doing more than punishing the lass for getting comfortable in the middle of combat, but Maribelle seemed to know best on how to tease and pressure. Damn. If it weren't for them and the other luscious women in their group, Cuddles would not have so desperately sought after buxom wenches that day.<br/><br/>This would be much less of a stormy and dramatic debate in the crusader's brain-box if he had enough blood in his head to just head down the mountain with a gigantic bag of gold on his back for purchasing buxom wenches! They'll love him as long as a coin remains in his purse.<br/><br/>Wait.<br/><br/>Mother of mercy. Lady Lapl-eston did rummage near him for a sack of gold and did rummage near everyone else for one Ms. Maribelle. That's absolutely h-<strong>awful</strong>. What if she's just like one of those nobles who throws money at the feet of humble maids and proceed to take their love, justifying the ends with their monetary means? Just because neither of them have a chance in charming the dancer like she has charmed them!