*The woman considers Leasee and Phaern's questions, and nods at Kelthet.*
"I am pleased to meet you, Leasea, Phearn, and Kelthet," she says, bowing her head briefly, glancing at the rest of the party, her eyes lingering on those that haven't introduced themselves yet. "I am Vesune. Lykis might indeed remember such travelers as Gomaer Grayclaw. I will have to ask it, as the name does not sound familiar to me. Wait for a moment, I shall be right back."
*With that, she walks gracefully behind the small counter to a door half hidden behind a worn tapestry. You hear her murmuring to someone, and a silibant voice speaking back. After a moment, she returns, carefully guiding a truly ancient mojh. Thin, its scales appear almost dusty and far more gray than most. Its eyes, however, are a brilliant purple, bright and alert. Vesune guides the mojh to a soft, curved chair near the counter, then covers its lap with a blanket. Her care for Lykis is evident, she seems to be tending to it as a daughter would for an elderly father. After settling it, she kneels to one side and nods to the party.*
"Speak what you wish to know," Lykis says, its voice like crackling paper.