Camilla looked herself over critically.

[b]"Cuts and scrapes mostly, I'll be bruised but ill survive,"[/b] she replied. As she talked she grabbed and handful of gold coins and realised that her clothing had neither pockets, nor did she have her pouch. Cydric problably left it at the fireside when he came after her, not that she was complaining.

[b]"I went to the end of the passage in that first room, just to take a peek and see if there was another way out, then one of those rat men grabbed me. It must have seen the fire or smelled the stew,"[/b] she confided, feeling slightly embarrassed. It was probably lucky that she had, if not the thing might have murdered or captured them both.

[b]"Thank you for coming after me,"[/b] she added, and she meant it, her heart was still thudding like a drum, but it was nothing like the terror she had felt when she had been alone with the monsters.

With quick efficiency of motion she stripped off her shirt, leaving herself naked to the waist. She didn't imagine she looked like much, her bronzed skin all bruised and covered with scrapes and blood. Kneeling down she sliced a strip of the voluminous garment perhaps twelve inches wide which she wrapped around her chest to preserve her modesty. She quickly began piling loot onto the shirt, mostly jewlery and art objects. Life had long ago taught her that something that was beautiful and gold was worth more than gold alone. Once she had as much as she thought the fabric would bear she tied the ends of the shirt around the rapier she had taken like a tinkers bundle. After a moments though she slipped on several bracelets and rings. She had an instinct for fleeing with everything she could carry away.