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	Corc was adorable. Fauve laughed at his remark about the map. 

At the gate, Fauve took a bottle of Spiced Potato Spirit from her shoulder bag and had few swigs from it while listening to the others state their piece. Her thoughts were leaning more towards the shoulder bag though, and how its pristine condition managed to be preserved through the fight. Everything inside was intact also. She then had a thoughtful scratch of her butt cheek while considering the other matters of conversation. 

“Relax them whiskers there, kitty.” She spoke to Dannisus. “Corc and myself just did battle with a few legions of undead and came out relatively unscathed. Not bragging at all, but I’m doubting that a few bad guys reaching the gate is gonna present too much of a problem.” She gives the Orc a ‘well-done’ pat on his rear end. “My main man here won’t let any harm come to ya.”

She takes another swig of her wine to consider the series of recent events before addressing everyone: “The map I’m talking about isn’t what you mob might be think’n.” She has another scratch. “It’s a map of Nadska and immediate surrounding area. It was dropped by some running fool on his way out of town right before hell turned up. I’m guessing the fool knew what was about to happen, though, since the map he dropped had Nadska suspiciously marked off with a cross. I’ll give you one guess what that might mean.” She laughed and had another swig from the bottle. “It also had another section circled off in the nearby woods. I’m betting the circled area of the forest has some significance to the plight of this shithole town as well. I’m half inclined to go look’n for the circled area out of pure curiosity, but I was needing to make certain of the direction before I go.” 

Feeling like she was talking too much and giving the false impression that she actually cared about anything other than her own self gain, her mind drifted from the moment. She really needed to find some shoes and new trousers. 

“Now if you mob excuse me for the moment, I’ve gotta go searching for a change of clothes.” While walking off towards the tree-line, she gives her butt cheek a slap to highlight the reasons why. “I’ll be back momentarily! Try not to die while I’m gone.” 

There had to be some Nadska residents hiding amidst the trees somewhere, perhaps injured, dying or already dead, who she could salvage some trousers and footwear from.

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