==================================================================== Myrlight's decision ==================================================================== As the room swirled with chaos and confusion, Myrlight continued to hold Fox up. The kender had just barely been able to catch the words "discreetly" before the commotion drowned out all else, but it was a word she rarely used herself. After all, why be quiet about something when a lot of shouting and noise will get things done SO much faster? As a healer leaned over to get a quick look at Fox's wound Myrlight looked down to take a look at her bruised wrist ('geez, that fat elf had one hell of a grip') and noticed the pretty glove with the beads and sapphires in her hand. "Hmmm" Myrlight mused. "Must've slipped off when I pulled my hand back. Maybe I'll just hang onto it for her..." the kender then thought of the steely look in Fox's eyes when she held her wrist in an iron grip. Now, while kenders cannot honestly be afraid of anything, in some cases a sense of self-preservation will win out. Myrlight slipped the glove in Fox's pocket.