Sonya's eyebrows knit themselves into a frown, "I'll... meet you all at the Skitter, I need to check on something." She rushed from the tent, clutching the paper to her side as she sprinted back to her own tent. [i]At least I didn't give him the keys or anything, so he won't be able to get into the schematics and parts, those are old world masterwork locks. Of course, my clothes aren't locked...[/i]

She ran faster.

Her tent came into view, sitting in a nice spot in the shade. Nothing looked amiss from here, but she couldn't be sure. Picking up the pace even faster, the tent suddenly seemed to jump right in front of her and she frantically scrambled to stop herself, slipping on the sand and falling onto her buttocks. Scrambling to her feet, she rushed into the tent and stopped dead in her tracks. 

"What... are you... doing?" She demanded, right eye twitching as the dwarf hastily dropped a... certain lacy article of clothing she'd rather nobody know about. 

Burdar didn't answer, and she stepped forward, "Judas tells me he thinks you're from the Stonewall clan, and there are some interesting things I heard about them. Care to explain what you were doing with my clothes?"

The dwarf looked incredulous, "I was curious." he huffed, "And where would you get such a ridiculous notion as my being Stonewall? Bloodthirsty savages the lot of them."

Sonya looked around the rest of the tent, noting how half of her wardrobe seemed to be scattered about. "More than a bit curious I'd say." She muttered darkly, glaring at him. "I can't really stop you from coming in here, since I can't exactly lock a tent, but make no mistake if any of my things have been touched -and I [i]will[/i] know if they are, there will be hell to pay." She grumbled, picking up the scattered clothing and shoving it in the chest it had been taken from, locking it with a key she then pocketed. Dragging Burdar out, off to the Sand Skitter, grumbling to herself, glaring daggers back at the Dwarf. 

[i]I really can't trust anybody, can I?[/i]