Mephisto catches sight of the tressym just as he begins blowing the raspberry. He freezes, his eyes wide, still frozen in a perpetual raspberry-blowing state. The "thpppp" slowly trails off as he takes a tiny, cautious step toward his mistress. Not breaking eye contact with the cat, the imp moves his arms one way, then the other, hoping to confuse the beast--or perhaps to tease it a bit. He suddenly dives for the back of Wiri's arm and attempts to latch onto it. 

"Thank you, Branwyn, I appreciate it. We'd be happy to wait for your high priest, please let them know we are here." Wiri smiles briefly, then glances at the tressym, which, she assumes, is curious about the imp. She rolls her eyes and turns again to the acolyte and the rest of the group. Realizing that she just made a group decision without consulting the group--somethign not uncommon for the drow half-elf--she pauses and eyes her companions. "Does that sound alright to the rest of you?"

"The lands of the hive do not have a name in this language. In my native tongue it is called." Chak makes several clakcing noise with his mandibles before stopping and looking towards the acolyte. "Although the name the Hivelands has been suggested."

William just stays back letting Wiri take the lead in conversation. When she finally asks them if its alright he give a nod "Sounds good to me. Maybe we can also see if the priests treating them have anything they could add about their condition."