Iona rolls her eyes at Dolum's words. "Keep your mind out of the gutter, horned one. Consider the company you keep." The noblegirl sniffs as she watches the kobolds race away, before looking back to the others.
"Are there more prisoners out there? Dare I say our work is so easily done?" She muses, folding her arms.
"Are there more prisoners out there? Dare I say our work is so easily done?" She muses, folding her arms.