[Will do, @MetaVoid! Sorry for the time-out. I'll deal with it as I deal with @Neurotic's gear list on Amberstar - before he kills me, hehehe!]
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"As mentioned before, Gallena the priestess wants fey to reign supreme. Humans and other le...erm...mortal races will be met with silent disapproval. Chains would provide short distraction, but would undermine the authority of anything you might wish to say. That wasn't really serious suggestion - it would only help if you really kept silent and non-intruding. But that is completely your decision, I can take whole group no problem. She probably knows you're all here."
"Oh, I think it would help!" - the second nymph, which first suggested the binding and the castle's involvement in this crisis, approaches Daxio with a mesmerized glance. Clearly, she enjoys the traveler's disposition, and in fact it seems to cause a transformation in her entire behavior. Moss and the elves are used to it: nymphs have developed an astounding mimetic skill. Their personalities adapt to whatever the situation asks. Zyara is quick to notice, and Daxio is not left ignorant, knowing the best - and worst - habits of nymphs.
"She
surely does!" - the first nymph completes the elf's statement. "In fact, I'd be surprised if she haven't already taken measures to benefit from your presence here. Think about it: you'll step before the most sacred of areas. You have Aranel with you - and with her the face of an entire elfic community, so far considered an ally - not to mention a possible alliance with a respected monastery. You also have the everlasting presence of Goliath's personal friend" - she points towards Daxio - "and that's also something to consider, since Goliath is a close friend to Allanor. She won't fight you, surely... But I'd tread carefully if I were you..."
"Oh, sut up!" - the second nymph turns quickly over her shoulders, sushing the first one. "She's a mood-killer..." - she continues to glance at Daxio as a gluttonous child.
MOSS
The perched dragonette watches the conversation. Suddenly, an owl appears, flying from behind. It perches on the same branch, right on his side. It seems unmolested by daylight. It's head turns, alternating between the group and the kobold-dragon, rearranging its feathers now and then.
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