Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.

Well if Fortune be a woman she's a good wench for this gear.

For a change lady luck seemed to be smiling on me. Then again maybe the fickle wench was just lulling me into a false sense of security while she reached for a rock.