Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1
"Here, here, Pai!" says Arkas. "I can abide neither the enslavement of spirits and animals nor their wanton destruction. The freeborn should free remain. Master Raven, your neighbor sounds like a right witch, please pardon the expression, Eryic. I wish the matter could be settled peaceful-like over dinner with a nice bottle of Obbington Vinyard's Red, but I seriously doubt that is going to happen. Oh how that greedy, grasping [Troll] !@#$% [/Troll] makes my blood boil!"
*Arkas shakes his fist impotently in the general direction of the witch.*
"Master Raven, do you know of a secret entrance to the witch's abode? Is there anything you can tell us about her guards and any dangers we might encounter? How far are you willing to go to free your fellow wind-lovers, the air elementals and spirits?"
Before the raven can respond, Arkas notices that the party is staring at his mount. Arkas looks over and wonders what all the fuss is about, and then it dawns on him that his mount's true nature is revealed. "Oh," Arkas says, "Please allow me to introduce my friend Bronwynn the Boar." Bronwynn snorts in greeting. "I was not sure how well he would be received in Navael, so I disguised his appearance with a magical collar. It must have blown off when we were inside that air elemental." *Sigh.*