"Goodness," Clover intones with feigned surprise as she glances nervously at her companions.  She re-crosses her legs-- she opens her heavy cloak and crosses her shapely legs-- which are bare from the top of their black-leather boots' knee-protecting peaks up to the middle of one milky-gold thigh.  "What kind of being could unite so many criminals together?  I mean-- they can't be the easiest people to<i>work </i>with..."  She checks the warlock's gaze for any cues to his particular curiosity.  The witch may be trouble enough, but the bandits might be the best place to start-- still, once she'd gathered a little more information, she could bring it back to the group and let them make a more informed decision.