"Oh... Yes, a name... Um..." Sabal stood up from the rubble, not yet overturned, and put a gloved finger to her limps, her eyes went off towards space. A light and persistent 'ummm' sound came from her mouth. It was almost as if she had no idea who she was, "I..." The jester blinked, looked back down towards the tattered girl, and placed a finger on her face, tracing the stitching with a wide and toothy grin, "You can call me, Sabal," She pulled away the hand quickly and the rubble was soon overturned with help. Underneath was some relatively mild plunder to be had, "An ax for chopping brain, a holdy-bag for easing pain, and-oooh... Shiny," Before she could bend over, the other magical woman snatched up the weapon and satchel, not that Sabal had much use for either, but left the really important, really shiny metal.
Picking it up, Sabal moved the piece around and let the sunlight glimmer off the thing. After a moment, she put it close to her face, as if to see a reflection; however, instead of admiring the view, Sabal gave the metallic piece a quick lick. Smacking her lips together, as if pondering the flavor, she stuck her tongue back out and grimaced, "Just a note, don't lick the shiny," Even if it was yucky, the shiny was now effectively Sabal's... Or until she lost interest in it at least.
"Yeah! Chests! I love chests... And boxes and crates and bouncy balls and tambourines!" Sabal eyed Miria, leaned in, giving the usual arguably maniacal smile, "I can play tambourine," She whispered and raised a finger to her lips, as if it were some dark and morbid secret, "But don't nobody or the wooly-bear might find out," Sabal began to giggle wildly and skipped off towards Pash and the temple, a new found interest in the chest, "A person inside? If its dead, can I eat it?" A rejoicing smile on her face turned into a look of strange contemplation, "Wait... No, I don't eat people. Lions eat people. I'm not a lion... Am I? Pish, am I a lion?" Without waiting for an answer, "Oh silly me, of course not! Lions have claws and manes. I've got pointy ears and two legs, I'm obviously a penguin. I forget that sometimes... Oh look it's a chest!""The temple seems clear. There is a chest in there and a trap that was set off during the attack. I could hear something breathing around there but could not find its origin. I am going to continue to look for it while you all dig for clues."
The lock popped open and there was a sudden rumbling of doom... And stuff. The voice of the gods came and swore vengeance on the Orc! But, almost as soon as the oath for destruction came, it was interrupted with a nasty hacking and coughing. A small gnome-man-thing was revealed to be inside. "Nope! I'm a lion!" Sabal, probably to Pish's unamusement, decided instantly before leaning in and giving the gnome a horribly unfortunate swipe of the tongue, seeming to have taken up the hobby of taste-testing new things, "Ugh! Oh that is... I am certainly not a lion anymore!" The joker stood with her arms spread slightly, a look of disgust on her face and tongue half-way out, "It tasted like... Like... No," The disgust was soon overcome by chuckles and laughs again, apparently Sabal was amused by something. The gods only knew what.