<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div><strong>Dale, Human Crusader</strong><br/><hr/>"You would be unable to pinpoint the house to us then? Describe what it looked like, compared to the other houses? Where its placement was? What number of house it was? Any sort of identifying mark or name?" Dale spoke up from his chair as Shezzerade returnd. He didn't understand why the woman enjoyed walking around with just a little tinsel covering up her female parts--and barely, at that. He was almost certain he could have seen a nipple if she moved too vigorously. And what was all this talk about 'hugs'? Was that some code word? Regardless, it left him feeling uncomfortable, especially with how insistent she had been on getting them.<br/><br/>And on top of that she had only been gone a few minutes, and now needed a bath? It was all very confusing for him. But then she crossed the line and his face became dour. "You think we should let them kill innocent people, turn them into undead monstrosities that want to kill others, and then charge the city for allowing them to continue taking people?" he asked quietly, his voice resounding throughout the room despite its volume. His eyes became slits as he looked at her more closely, a scowl apparent on his face as he wondered what kind of monster she had to be in order for that thought to even cross her head. Just let innocents die for money? And not just die, but turn into undead abominations out for the same blood that they had previously possessed. It was a horrifying idea, wishing a fate far worse than death for a little more gold.<br/><br/>Certainly gold was nice, but only as a tool and not in and of itself. You couldn't eat it, it was too soft to be made into a weapon or to be made into a tool, and if you were trapped somewhere, you'd take food and water over gold. But it was never, ever worth the lives of innocents, and only a monster would make that trade. Perhaps it had been a slip of the tongue for her, or a callous nature and unrefined 'joke' that she had made... But honestly, some things should never be joked about lest they become a possibility to be accepted rather than something to abhor. He looked at her in a new light. She bore watching--perhaps the Red Wizards did have a foothold here, and she was among them, able to say that so easily. A gauntleted hand, already a fist, tightened a little more as he considered the possibility. He wouldn't like it, but he would do what he must, as he stared at her, waiting for her reaction to his words.