Voadam said:
"Who holds sway over the harbor? And is there any special laws or quirks of the harbor city we should be aware of?"
The frey waves his paw dismissively, "Oy, you lot should love this place -
your kind fill it. Meheloas is one of th' few bright stars in all Arena - ruled over by Lady Desirata, a holy warrioress of some power and nobility, so I hear. She serves a Goddess o' Purity an' Goodness whose name escapes me at th' moment... Th' whole blasted port is filled with holy warriors, clerics, an' every citizen is considered a child of the Goddess... Expect to be subjected to divine spells both left an' right --" the frey rolls his large eyes, "a bit of a pain if'n ya ask me, but it is better than sleepin' in th' sand."
P.C. walks over and sticks his paw-wand into Baja's bag, where the still breathing, yet reduced, form of the ashreake lies and zaps it again for good measure. He then looks up to the luminious, "Come ta think o' it, ya might be able to unload this-" he gestures to the asherake, "-here. Lady Desirata hates the Grand Asherake almost as much as he hates her..." P.C. chuckle-purrs and then continues, "So you might do well in her eyes to hand her a prisoner..."
The frey shrugs and moves over to the horses just as the reduce spell wears off. As one of them enlarges, he leaps upon it and rides it "up". He sits there with a crafy grin upon his feline features, as if waiting for the actions of the party.
"One more thing...", the frey remembers, "these folk don't take to kindly to non-humans, so me, Baja, Tristan and Kyron can expect a bit o' trouble. Just be honest is th' best advice I can give, and if yer good natured, they'll bear our presence for a bit." P.C. winks and waits.
