Mina looks with a bit of trepidation on the teleportation circle, guess I better get used to this, she thinks as they each step through and end up in the town. Once Kyrsa steps up to Jhaartael's shoulder, Mina takes up the position on the other, flanking the elf. "Looks like they are starting to file in to dinner, shall we?" she looks expectantly at Jhaartael and Kyrsa.
Correal looks at Milena and Elkira. He then offers his arm to Milena, his other arm clutching the decoy attache between himself and Elkira. Then with a wink he says loudly, "Let us see what possible treasures this town holds."
When they get to the entrance, he allows Elkira to introduce them to any attendees or if there are none outside, steps aside so she can open the door for security purposes.
While there is no formal greeter at the door, the cheerful murmuring of the crowd of partygoers fades away as your party enters the building, coming into a large hall bedecked with garlands, candles and animal heads mounted on the walls. It has a similar appearance to a hunting lodge, despite being in the middle of town. Tables covered with cloths and floral centerpieces are laid out in this large room, and some of the revelers are seated at these, while others gather around the large hearth at the opposite end of the hall. Servants bearing shiny platters with actual wine glasses maneuver about the room. Everyone around you is dressed in what might be described as rustic chic, or perhaps "lumberjack wedding" attire. Yes, before you all the most prominent citizens of Digby's Gulch stand, humans all, enraptured by the vision of your otherworldly appearance and dress. You might as well have just stepped straight out of the Feywild, or descended directly from the moon, and no one would be more enthralled by you. You have made quite the entrance.
Digby's Gulch was, until recently, just like any other frontier town scraping by, but a recent lucky strike at the gold mine has brought wealth and opportunity, as well as a few grifters and ne'er-do-wells to town. Those of you with backgrounds in the cutting of purses and the picking of pockets feel like children unleashed in a candy store full of sugary delights ripe for the taking.
"Ah! These must be my special guests!" calls out a portly gentleman seated at one of the tables. He is dressed in a velvet overcoatover dyed leather breeches, with a soft cap jauntily perched atop his head, not quite covering his bald spot. Those of you familiar with the aristocracy of the larger cities might recognize the style as one that was in fashion several seasons ago, and that quickly disappeared. He twirls the end of his carefully waxed mustache, stands assisted by a dark wood walking stick topped by a gold ball, and gives a half-bow.
"I am Loris, Loris Donegall, owner of the Donegall Mine, of which you may have heard." (At the mention of the mine, everyone in the building except Loris raises their glasses high, cries 'The Hanging Dwarf!'and cheers, downing their drinks. Loris frowns briefly, but continues his speech.) "And you must be the representatives of the Elven Merchants' Guild I have recently heard so much about! Funny how you never hear about these things until you have money to spend... At any rate, welcome to my humble abode. Digby's Gulch welcomes you, bearers of exotic tales and goods, and here's to a prosperous new partnership!"
Everyone cheers again, and the conversations all around you begin again, excitedly, with people pointing, whispering, and some openly gawking. Loris smiles contentedly, confident he has rung in the Golden Age of the Gulch.
This main hall is easily 50 by 75 feet in dimension. You have entered through double doors on the north wall of the room. The hearth takes up much of the south wall, while glass double doors on the east lead into a patio area with perhaps a small garden. Servants enter and exit through a door on the southwest, and a hall immediately to your right, along the north wall, is blocked by a black cloth draped over a wooden frame.
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Akyan looks around the room. It is far less extravagant than he had thought. That's fine with him, he'd fit in better with this lot. At this point, he realizes that Lyndaran, Tamryn and himself had not come up with false names. He decides to make a telepathic link with Jhaartael and Tamryn. He tells them both, "We didn't come up with false names before, but I think we should go as Ki, Lyn, and Tam. I'll keep this link up for now."
Hours link will last: 6
He will remain standing behind Correal, Milena and Elkira until one of them responds to their host.
Re-rolled in game log since dice roller isn't working: 4
((NICE!))
Correal lets a closed lip smile slowly spread across his face as he passes his head from left to right, taking in the crowd. In this silent pause he responds to Ki (ne Akyan) "Thank you."
Then, while clutching his attache closely, he says loudly, as much to the crowd gathered as to their host, "Master Donegall, we are honored to be your guests. While we are but a small delegation, we do represent the breadth of the Elven Merchant's Guild. I am Trade-Master Correal, of the Trade House Qintael." Then, introducing each in turn, "May I introduce, guild-member Milena, representing the guild's interests from the Sea of Fallen Stars and the Golden Way and Elkira of the Feywild, my head of security and personal guard. Finally, these are our guild appointed attendees, Ki, Lyn and Tam." He says the last with a dismissive gesture turning back to Donegall with the same hungry smile.
As he and Donegall begin to engage in banalities, he will make a small, but visible gesture to 'dismiss' the three attendees to roam about the party. As they disperse into the crowd, hopefully drawing a just a moment of attention, Correal will lower his voice but retain his smile, "Master Donegall, your home and banquet are a delight we are eager to enjoy ... if only," He trails off, clutching the attache ever closer and looking with a degree of familiar annoyance at Elkira.
Lyndaran agrees with Akyan both with the proposal and when they walk towards the teleportation circle.
He thanks Krysa's help with the clothes choosing and asks himself how people could wear that kind of things on a daily basis while they prepare to go to the teleportation circle. He looks clearly frighten when she mentions that he should get used to treat with more people.
Teleporting is a new experience for him and he is a little bit surprised, if not slightly disappointed, that he almost felt nothing. It was more like crossing a door than something magical. Still their entrance at the not so fancy hall made quite the number. They were overdressed, or don't so they can better represent their roles. He stands quietly at Akryan's side in the second line, looking around the hall and thinking that, if his life would had kept on his previous line, those people would return to their homes poorer.
When he hears his fake name, he acknowledges that they didn't had thought on that before but that was a great election of names for the servants. Once dismissed he wanders towards the northeast corner, trying to ascertain if one could sneak behind the curtain. He has to be careful though for they seem to attract too much attention, even the servants. Sneaking away could prove harder than they initially thought.
Akyan nods to their host, then nods to Jhaartael before leaving the group. He keeps an eye on Lyndaran, he doesn't want the elf to stray to far from either himself or Tamryn. If he does, there will be no way for any of them to contact him. He tries his best to act friendly as he walks through the crowd. He decides to go ahead and get some food. It's free after all. Once he gets something to eat and drink, he will sit down at the least crowded table (he will sit alone if possible) and look around. He will watch for patterns in the behavior of the other guests and servants and try to determine the best route to take if he were to sneak out of the main room. (Can he tell where the east door leads?)
Kyrsa/Elkira gives Jhaarteal a knowing, and tired, look before turning to their host. She keeps her expression and voice cool and formal, and her posture almost stiff in the manner of a military leader. Hands clasped behind her back, she inclines her head just enough to be a bow as she says, "It is an honor Master Donegall, to be here today. We thank you for having us, and look forward to our dealings together." She lifts her chin, making a show of inspecting the room, "However, as Master Correal stated, I am his head of security, and I can't help but notice the...laxness of this dinner." She pauses, keeping her cool tone as she says, "You must understand, Master Donegall, that I wish no offense by this statement..." She takes a step nearer to him and lowers her voice so Jhaarteal/Correal can barely hear, "Quite the contrary you see, for I would assume you have your own out of sight security, in case of any mishaps. If not, well... I truly do not see anything going wrong tonight. Why should it? After all. However, Master Correal here is rather...concerned, about his safety. He is like this wherever we go, no matter the setting." She sighs, raising her voice to a normal volume, "Would you mind filling me in on your defenses, so I can put his mind at ease?" She offers a small, weary smile as she says this, inferring that she really sees no purpose to the question, but it is one she has asked many, many times.
Milena/Mina looks around at the setting, appearing slightly aloof, but when she addressed by Donegall she smiles brightly and gives a slight bow when she is introduced. As Elkira starts in on her 'ritual' of asking about security, Milena turns from Correal and rolls her eyes so that Donegall can see. After Kyrsa has finished with her speech, she asks, "What will we be having to eat tonight, Master Donegall? I'm famished!"
Akyan nods to their host, then nods to Jhaartael before leaving the group. He keeps an eye on Lyndaran, he doesn't want the elf to stray to far from either himself or Tamryn. If he does, there will be no way for any of them to contact him. He tries his best to act friendly as he walks through the crowd. He decides to go ahead and get some food. It's free after all. Once he gets something to eat and drink, he will sit down at the least crowded table (he will sit alone if possible) and look around. He will watch for patterns in the behavior of the other guests and servants and try to determine the best route to take if he were to sneak out of the main room. (Can he tell where the east door leads?)
Perception: 12
(The North door is the one by which you entered. The east door leads outside to some sort of patio/garden area. The door at the southwest of the room is being used by servants bearing food and drinks, one would assume it leads to the food preparation area. The only remaining exit is the corridor at the northwest corner running west).
The crowd parts before Akyan as if he had a magical force field surrounding him, and he is able to signal a server, who brings him a platter of roast pig (wild boar, really) along with fruit and a sweet potato. The wine is not fancy, but neither is it bad. Taking a seat at a table, no one sits immediately beside him, but he senses many eyes watching him in curiosity. If this continues, it will be difficult to slip away unnoticed. Someone may need to create a distraction of some kind.
Lyndaran .... wanders towards the northeast corner, trying to ascertain if one could sneak behind the curtain. He has to be careful though for they seem to attract too much attention, even the servants. Sneaking away could prove harder than they initially thought.
Lyndaran tries to inspect the barrier at the entrance to the northwest corridor. It would take almost zero effort to walk around it, it is simply a courtesy reminder to party guests that the area beyond is private and not part of the party area. If he is going to spend more than a second or two at the barrier and not seem suspicious, he will need some sort of explanation accompanied by a roll to tell me why it doesn't look to others like he is planning to go around the curtain.
Milena/Mina looks around at the setting, appearing slightly aloof, but when she addressed by Donegall she smiles brightly and gives a slight bow when she is introduced. As Elkira starts in on her 'ritual' of asking about security, Milena turns from Correal and rolls her eyes so that Donegall can see. After Kyrsa has finished with her speech, she asks, "What will we be having to eat tonight, Master Donegall? I'm famished!"
Loris turns to Milena with a smile, "I confess I was not sure about any specific dietary requirements. Our main course is freshly-caught wild boar, slow roasted for the last twenty-four hours in my kitchen, the finest in the village. If any of you are not meat-eaters, there is fruit, sweet potatoes, and I believe we could throw together something else to your liking if you have any specific requests."
Correal pretends to listens to Elkira give the"usual" speech about security, looking anxiously around at the crowd. He then offers, almost absent mindedly (as help to Elkira's persuasion and to act as a trigger for subsequent follow up), "You must understand, the guild has entrusted me with certain documents relevant to is network, which would be tempting to our competitors. Then he turns his focus back directly to their host as of struck by an idea, "Would you have a place to secure them for the evening? It would put me at ease, and I would be most grateful." With an emphasis on the last word.
He will then ready Detect Thoughts for just when Loris begins to respond to this request. The spell will be triggered with the celestial word for 'mind' disguised as a nervous hiccup.
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Milena/Mina notices that the 'servants' are being watched by the other party-goers and therefore not being able to sneak around and check things out. Deciding to try and make a distraction, she responds to Loris..
"Ooh wild boar?" she looks around conspiratorially, "I uh, can really only eat meat like that if I honor my godess, Selune. Please, let me perform my ritual? Then I can enjoy your delicious... did you say roasting for 24 hours.. meal with no guilt? Oh." she presses her hands together and gives a most pleading smile with a twinkle in her eyes, "of course you will!!"
And without waiting for an answer, and with a flourish she heads to the center of the room between all the tables, hoping to keep eyes on her and not on the other three elves. She collapses to a small ball on her knees and stays there a moment. Then slowly she lifts her blue skinned arms and face to the ceiling waving them around. She starts off silently, but as she starts standing to a full dance, she starts singing in her own tongue, making as an elaborate dance as possible.
(If Kyrsa or Jhaarthael assist in talking about Milena's people and their customs, I am hoping for help on this? If not, take the first roll)
Kyrsa is well aware that she is not very...charismatic, or pleasant most of the time for that matter, and cannot act to save her life. So, she does her best to simply act the way she would have is she were still in the military...which hopefully is how her current persona would act in this situation. She's never needed charisma to get what she wanted before, but those were different times. Hopefully her bluntness doesn't backfire in this case, and hopefully Jhaarteal's quick tongue and charming personality can salvage this conversation if needed.
She nods appreciatively at Jhaartael's question, almost surprised. She mutters under her breath, "Perhaps he's getting over his instinctive mistrust...is that good or bad?" She quiets herself, moving back to stand at Jhaartael's shoulder and asking in an undertone, "Are you sure Correal? Wouldn't they be safer with you?"
Mina looks with a bit of trepidation on the teleportation circle, guess I better get used to this, she thinks as they each step through and end up in the town. Once Kyrsa steps up to Jhaartael's shoulder, Mina takes up the position on the other, flanking the elf. "Looks like they are starting to file in to dinner, shall we?" she looks expectantly at Jhaartael and Kyrsa.
Correal looks at Milena and Elkira. He then offers his arm to Milena, his other arm clutching the decoy attache between himself and Elkira. Then with a wink he says loudly, "Let us see what possible treasures this town holds."
When they get to the entrance, he allows Elkira to introduce them to any attendees or if there are none outside, steps aside so she can open the door for security purposes.
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While there is no formal greeter at the door, the cheerful murmuring of the crowd of partygoers fades away as your party enters the building, coming into a large hall bedecked with garlands, candles and animal heads mounted on the walls. It has a similar appearance to a hunting lodge, despite being in the middle of town. Tables covered with cloths and floral centerpieces are laid out in this large room, and some of the revelers are seated at these, while others gather around the large hearth at the opposite end of the hall. Servants bearing shiny platters with actual wine glasses maneuver about the room. Everyone around you is dressed in what might be described as rustic chic, or perhaps "lumberjack wedding" attire. Yes, before you all the most prominent citizens of Digby's Gulch stand, humans all, enraptured by the vision of your otherworldly appearance and dress. You might as well have just stepped straight out of the Feywild, or descended directly from the moon, and no one would be more enthralled by you. You have made quite the entrance.
Digby's Gulch was, until recently, just like any other frontier town scraping by, but a recent lucky strike at the gold mine has brought wealth and opportunity, as well as a few grifters and ne'er-do-wells to town. Those of you with backgrounds in the cutting of purses and the picking of pockets feel like children unleashed in a candy store full of sugary delights ripe for the taking.
"Ah! These must be my special guests!" calls out a portly gentleman seated at one of the tables. He is dressed in a velvet overcoat over dyed leather breeches, with a soft cap jauntily perched atop his head, not quite covering his bald spot. Those of you familiar with the aristocracy of the larger cities might recognize the style as one that was in fashion several seasons ago, and that quickly disappeared. He twirls the end of his carefully waxed mustache, stands assisted by a dark wood walking stick topped by a gold ball, and gives a half-bow.
"I am Loris, Loris Donegall, owner of the Donegall Mine, of which you may have heard." (At the mention of the mine, everyone in the building except Loris raises their glasses high, cries 'The Hanging Dwarf!' and cheers, downing their drinks. Loris frowns briefly, but continues his speech.) "And you must be the representatives of the Elven Merchants' Guild I have recently heard so much about! Funny how you never hear about these things until you have money to spend... At any rate, welcome to my humble abode. Digby's Gulch welcomes you, bearers of exotic tales and goods, and here's to a prosperous new partnership!"
Everyone cheers again, and the conversations all around you begin again, excitedly, with people pointing, whispering, and some openly gawking. Loris smiles contentedly, confident he has rung in the Golden Age of the Gulch.
This main hall is easily 50 by 75 feet in dimension. You have entered through double doors on the north wall of the room. The hearth takes up much of the south wall, while glass double doors on the east lead into a patio area with perhaps a small garden. Servants enter and exit through a door on the southwest, and a hall immediately to your right, along the north wall, is blocked by a black cloth draped over a wooden frame.
Akyan looks around the room. It is far less extravagant than he had thought. That's fine with him, he'd fit in better with this lot. At this point, he realizes that Lyndaran, Tamryn and himself had not come up with false names. He decides to make a telepathic link with Jhaartael and Tamryn. He tells them both, "We didn't come up with false names before, but I think we should go as Ki, Lyn, and Tam. I'll keep this link up for now."
Hours link will last: 6
He will remain standing behind Correal, Milena and Elkira until one of them responds to their host.
Re-rolled in game log since dice roller isn't working: 4
((NICE!))
Correal lets a closed lip smile slowly spread across his face as he passes his head from left to right, taking in the crowd. In this silent pause he responds to Ki (ne Akyan) "Thank you."
Then, while clutching his attache closely, he says loudly, as much to the crowd gathered as to their host, "Master Donegall, we are honored to be your guests. While we are but a small delegation, we do represent the breadth of the Elven Merchant's Guild. I am Trade-Master Correal, of the Trade House Qintael." Then, introducing each in turn, "May I introduce, guild-member Milena, representing the guild's interests from the Sea of Fallen Stars and the Golden Way and Elkira of the Feywild, my head of security and personal guard. Finally, these are our guild appointed attendees, Ki, Lyn and Tam." He says the last with a dismissive gesture turning back to Donegall with the same hungry smile.
As he and Donegall begin to engage in banalities, he will make a small, but visible gesture to 'dismiss' the three attendees to roam about the party. As they disperse into the crowd, hopefully drawing a just a moment of attention, Correal will lower his voice but retain his smile, "Master Donegall, your home and banquet are a delight we are eager to enjoy ... if only," He trails off, clutching the attache ever closer and looking with a degree of familiar annoyance at Elkira.
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Lyndaran agrees with Akyan both with the proposal and when they walk towards the teleportation circle.
He thanks Krysa's help with the clothes choosing and asks himself how people could wear that kind of things on a daily basis while they prepare to go to the teleportation circle. He looks clearly frighten when she mentions that he should get used to treat with more people.
Teleporting is a new experience for him and he is a little bit surprised, if not slightly disappointed, that he almost felt nothing. It was more like crossing a door than something magical. Still their entrance at the not so fancy hall made quite the number. They were overdressed, or don't so they can better represent their roles. He stands quietly at Akryan's side in the second line, looking around the hall and thinking that, if his life would had kept on his previous line, those people would return to their homes poorer.
When he hears his fake name, he acknowledges that they didn't had thought on that before but that was a great election of names for the servants. Once dismissed he wanders towards the northeast corner, trying to ascertain if one could sneak behind the curtain. He has to be careful though for they seem to attract too much attention, even the servants. Sneaking away could prove harder than they initially thought.
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Akyan nods to their host, then nods to Jhaartael before leaving the group. He keeps an eye on Lyndaran, he doesn't want the elf to stray to far from either himself or Tamryn. If he does, there will be no way for any of them to contact him. He tries his best to act friendly as he walks through the crowd. He decides to go ahead and get some food. It's free after all. Once he gets something to eat and drink, he will sit down at the least crowded table (he will sit alone if possible) and look around. He will watch for patterns in the behavior of the other guests and servants and try to determine the best route to take if he were to sneak out of the main room. (Can he tell where the east door leads?)
Perception: 12
Kyrsa/Elkira gives Jhaarteal a knowing, and tired, look before turning to their host. She keeps her expression and voice cool and formal, and her posture almost stiff in the manner of a military leader. Hands clasped behind her back, she inclines her head just enough to be a bow as she says, "It is an honor Master Donegall, to be here today. We thank you for having us, and look forward to our dealings together." She lifts her chin, making a show of inspecting the room, "However, as Master Correal stated, I am his head of security, and I can't help but notice the...laxness of this dinner." She pauses, keeping her cool tone as she says, "You must understand, Master Donegall, that I wish no offense by this statement..." She takes a step nearer to him and lowers her voice so Jhaarteal/Correal can barely hear, "Quite the contrary you see, for I would assume you have your own out of sight security, in case of any mishaps. If not, well... I truly do not see anything going wrong tonight. Why should it? After all. However, Master Correal here is rather...concerned, about his safety. He is like this wherever we go, no matter the setting." She sighs, raising her voice to a normal volume, "Would you mind filling me in on your defenses, so I can put his mind at ease?" She offers a small, weary smile as she says this, inferring that she really sees no purpose to the question, but it is one she has asked many, many times.
(Let's have Kyrsa roll Persuasion at advantage due to help from Jhaartael)
Milena/Mina looks around at the setting, appearing slightly aloof, but when she addressed by Donegall she smiles brightly and gives a slight bow when she is introduced. As Elkira starts in on her 'ritual' of asking about security, Milena turns from Correal and rolls her eyes so that Donegall can see. After Kyrsa has finished with her speech, she asks, "What will we be having to eat tonight, Master Donegall? I'm famished!"
(The North door is the one by which you entered. The east door leads outside to some sort of patio/garden area. The door at the southwest of the room is being used by servants bearing food and drinks, one would assume it leads to the food preparation area. The only remaining exit is the corridor at the northwest corner running west).
The crowd parts before Akyan as if he had a magical force field surrounding him, and he is able to signal a server, who brings him a platter of roast pig (wild boar, really) along with fruit and a sweet potato. The wine is not fancy, but neither is it bad. Taking a seat at a table, no one sits immediately beside him, but he senses many eyes watching him in curiosity. If this continues, it will be difficult to slip away unnoticed. Someone may need to create a distraction of some kind.
Lyndaran tries to inspect the barrier at the entrance to the northwest corridor. It would take almost zero effort to walk around it, it is simply a courtesy reminder to party guests that the area beyond is private and not part of the party area. If he is going to spend more than a second or two at the barrier and not seem suspicious, he will need some sort of explanation accompanied by a roll to tell me why it doesn't look to others like he is planning to go around the curtain.
Loris turns to Milena with a smile, "I confess I was not sure about any specific dietary requirements. Our main course is freshly-caught wild boar, slow roasted for the last twenty-four hours in my kitchen, the finest in the village. If any of you are not meat-eaters, there is fruit, sweet potatoes, and I believe we could throw together something else to your liking if you have any specific requests."
Correal pretends to listens to Elkira give the"usual" speech about security, looking anxiously around at the crowd. He then offers, almost absent mindedly (as help to Elkira's persuasion and to act as a trigger for subsequent follow up), "You must understand, the guild has entrusted me with certain documents relevant to is network, which would be tempting to our competitors. Then he turns his focus back directly to their host as of struck by an idea, "Would you have a place to secure them for the evening? It would put me at ease, and I would be most grateful." With an emphasis on the last word.
He will then ready Detect Thoughts for just when Loris begins to respond to this request. The spell will be triggered with the celestial word for 'mind' disguised as a nervous hiccup.
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Milena/Mina notices that the 'servants' are being watched by the other party-goers and therefore not being able to sneak around and check things out. Deciding to try and make a distraction, she responds to Loris..
"Ooh wild boar?" she looks around conspiratorially, "I uh, can really only eat meat like that if I honor my godess, Selune. Please, let me perform my ritual? Then I can enjoy your delicious... did you say roasting for 24 hours.. meal with no guilt? Oh." she presses her hands together and gives a most pleading smile with a twinkle in her eyes, "of course you will!!"
And without waiting for an answer, and with a flourish she heads to the center of the room between all the tables, hoping to keep eyes on her and not on the other three elves. She collapses to a small ball on her knees and stays there a moment. Then slowly she lifts her blue skinned arms and face to the ceiling waving them around. She starts off silently, but as she starts standing to a full dance, she starts singing in her own tongue, making as an elaborate dance as possible.
(If Kyrsa or Jhaarthael assist in talking about Milena's people and their customs, I am hoping for help on this? If not, take the first roll)
Performance 20
(Oof, ok. Hopefully advantage helps since Kyrsa has 0 charisma. ...dice don't fail me now!)
Persuasion: 6
(Well that's just sad. This is why I've been rolling in the game log lately. LOL)
(Okay...well...shoot.)
Kyrsa is well aware that she is not very...charismatic, or pleasant most of the time for that matter, and cannot act to save her life. So, she does her best to simply act the way she would have is she were still in the military...which hopefully is how her current persona would act in this situation. She's never needed charisma to get what she wanted before, but those were different times. Hopefully her bluntness doesn't backfire in this case, and hopefully Jhaarteal's quick tongue and charming personality can salvage this conversation if needed.
She nods appreciatively at Jhaartael's question, almost surprised. She mutters under her breath, "Perhaps he's getting over his instinctive mistrust...is that good or bad?" She quiets herself, moving back to stand at Jhaartael's shoulder and asking in an undertone, "Are you sure Correal? Wouldn't they be safer with you?"