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[color=2cc785]"Rosalie is my fleshona. Because I’m a Scalie"[/color]

[color=888888] -Salbjörg of the Deep[/color]
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While most of Sal’s outfit was not suited for hiding things, it was not difficult for Rats to hide in her various pouches. Perhaps it was a risky move, but Sal could see the benefits of having a few rats on hand to deploy when she needed. Maybe not in her current environment, but if there were fewer eyes on her she could place them around or even recover them if they got something nice. Though given that she hadn’t given them specific instructions, she was sure they would pursue food and little else. But you never knew with Rats.

The camp’s reaction to Rosalie was mostly what Salbjörg expected. Of course she expected the older men to react stronger to her presence, as she doubted anyone could remain loyal to a wife in her presence. Though she had to remind herself that this guise was likely inferior to her true self in that it lacked the grace and beauty of her true form, so maybe she did pale in comparison to their wives or whoever else they were spending time with. The priest had looked so caught up in his leaf watching that she hadn’t been sure if he would take notice. But he did, and for some reason she enjoyed his spiteful glare. She couldn’t tell why he might look at her this way. He might have thought she was a promiscuous woman that went against his church’s teachings, but she’d be here all day if she wanted to figure him out. More importantly, Aggie seemed to be a wealth of information and a great deal friendlier than anyone else here. She didn’t mind that she was long winded, at least, not at the moment. 

[color=2cc785]“Shovels, huh?”[/color] She put her hands on her hips, but was careful not to move her cape too much. [color=2cc785]“Have ya got anything else for sale?”[/color] If she did, then they had to have money somewhere, and that money could be used to lure in more adventurers. The detail about the church appraising the dungeon did not escape Sal’s notice. If the priest was shrewd, he likely suspected Salbjörg could be a monster. She’d have to learn what she wanted as discreetly as she could.