Malifice glances at Sheiriya. "What use have I for my cousin's corpse? As for her equipment, it did not seem to avail her much - she is dead after all. As her fate was to be enslaved and then slain, I think she bears the arms of one not favored much by Lolth, and as such, I would not wish to bear them myself unless blessed by a priestess. Besides, on balance, are you willing to brave the eye-tyrant again to retrieve a corpse and a shirt of rent chain? You and the others did not seem so brave a few minutes ago as your patrol dashed to the safety of the corridor." Malificie looks around the group. "Nevertheless, this one here..." she indicates Keth, "appears to be a Yathrin in the favor of our Goddess, so, for the moment, I do as she commands. If she commands we return to scavenge, then that is what I shall do. If she commands us to return to Maerimydra, then that is what I shall do."