"How much is a 100 gold? That sounds like a lot of money."
Duwamilly would surely be saddened by what is happening in the meantime in the city... but she cannot know, so she continues to deal with the present problem: giving Godrick an accelerated course in economics: "Well, Godrick... do you have a gold coin with you? If you have it and it's not alone, let's count them and see if we get to 100, honey... Yes, 100gp is considered a large sum by most people... But magic items are usually expensive".
"What can i say?" the ex-Preceptor sighs "Just think that the only magical object that I obtained without having to pay for it (albeit legally), turned out to be cursed... Believe me, kid, it's better to pay for them".
"Uuuuu, I have 15 gold. That's all I've made in my entire life." Suddenly, the large sum of money hits Godrick "OOOOOOOh... yeah. That's a lot of money. Here you go then, you can have your items back." Godrick hands the pipe and pen over to Charlie.
"Now I'm sad..." *turns towards Duwamilly* "... ... ... magic?"
The red-haired half-elf listens to Delvindra and quickly puts her hand on the tiefling's. "Oh you..." She says softly, sadness in half-elf's eyes too now. "...I'm so sorry Delvindra, I didn't know how you felt." She says, looking into the blue-skinned tiefling's golden eyes. "I really liked spending this morning with you Delvindra, but I just don't know if you'd still get along with me when I lose my temper over some of the others." She continues, looking down, ashamed over how intolerant she might seem. "It's really sweet of you to want to join me though..." She continues after a while of silence, looking up at the tiefling again with a faint smile. "...but don't you think you will be safer with the others?"
Yasmina laughs softly, letting go of the tiefling's hand. "Are you trying to manipulate me stay with the group Delvindra?"She says with an amused smile. "Together with that strange and quite unreliable gold dragonborn you mentioned I highly doubt they will be anywhere near safe, with or without us, and I'm just not ready to risk my life for someone that is clearly not reliable?" Yasmina says flatly, finishing up her glass of white wine.
"Uuuuu, I have 15 gold. That's all I've made in my entire life." Suddenly, the large sum of money hits Godrick "OOOOOOOh... yeah. That's a lot of money. Here you go then, you can have your items back." Godrick hands the pipe and pen over to Charlie.
"Now I'm sad..." *turns towards Duwamilly* "... ... ... magic?"
"Sure!" Duwamilly exclaims "Come to my room, dragon kids! Here we go!"
The ex-Preceptor sets off at a fast pace (as fast as her short legs allow), stopping only in the doorway to greet Sir Charles Brighton: "See you later Charlie, sorry to bother you, but you know... they're kids... take it like training for when you have your own!” she winks.
Once in her own room (with all the dragonborn who wanted to follow her), the cleric of Garl Glittergold goes close to the wall opposite the door... a common, bare wall... and extracts a mysterious-looking cube from her pocket , with arcane symbols on each side.
“Yes, this will do!” the gnome nicknamed 'Planerunner' chooses a face, places her thumb on it, concentrates... and all of a sudden, with the wall a bizarre thing happens. It's as if reality, there, were nothing more than an incredibly realistic painted cloth - and the cloth was torn in the middle, then separated, revealing behind... a completely different reality!
Now, instead of the wall, there is kind of a huge opening that allows access to an open, gigantic place, in which the colossal figure of a woman's head stands out, composed of earth and roots but whose hair is a forest of plants. Even though it is long past dawn outside in Tormere, in that place just a step beyond where the wall of Duwamilly's room used to be, the sun is rising and the birdsong heralds the new day, instilling a happiness and joy of life like only children and animals are capable of experiencing. The scent of flowers and nature's life is so enveloping that it seems to physically embrace...
"Behold the Feywild!" the ex-Preceptor throws herself into this new environment with enthusiasm, enthusiastically calling out to others with broad hand gestures "The Plane of Faerie, the land of soft lights and wonder, a place of music and magic and, above all, life! Nowhere else in the Multiverse will you see such colorful colors, smell such fragrant scents, hear such sonorous sounds... Nowhere else is life lived so fully as in the Feywild! Come and enjoy the trip! Because unfortunately we only have one minute... so let's make use of it!"
"Uuuuu, I have 15 gold. That's all I've made in my entire life." Suddenly, the large sum of money hits Godrick "OOOOOOOh... yeah. That's a lot of money. Here you go then, you can have your items back." Godrick hands the pipe and pen over to Charlie.
"Now I'm sad..." *turns towards Duwamilly* "... ... ... magic?"
"Sure!" Duwamilly exclaims "Come to my room, dragon kids! Here we go!"
The ex-Preceptor sets off at a fast pace (as fast as her short legs allow), stopping only in the doorway to greet Sir Charles Brighton: "See you later Charlie, sorry to bother you, but you know... they're kids... take it like training for when you have your own!” she winks.
Once in her own room (with all the dragonborn who wanted to follow her), the cleric of Garl Glittergold goes close to the wall opposite the door... a common, bare wall... and extracts a mysterious-looking cube from her pocket , with arcane symbols on each side.
“Yes, this will do!” the gnome nicknamed 'Planerunner' chooses a face, places her thumb on it, concentrates... and all of a sudden, with the wall a bizarre thing happens. It's as if reality, there, were nothing more than an incredibly realistic painted cloth - and the cloth was torn in the middle, then separated, revealing behind... a completely different reality!
Now, instead of the wall, there is kind of a huge opening that allows access to an open, gigantic place, in which the colossal figure of a woman's head stands out, composed of earth and roots but whose hair is a forest of plants. Even though it is long past dawn outside in Tormere, in that place just a step beyond where the wall of Duwamilly's room used to be, the sun is rising and the birdsong heralds the new day, instilling a happiness and joy of life like only children and animals are capable of experiencing. The scent of flowers and nature's life is so enveloping that it seems to physically embrace...
"Behold the Feywild!" the ex-Preceptor throws herself into this new environment with enthusiasm, enthusiastically calling out to others with broad hand gestures "The Plane of Faerie, the land of soft lights and wonder, a place of music and magic and, above all, life! Nowhere else in the Multiverse will you see such colorful colors, smell such fragrant scents, hear such sonorous sounds... Nowhere else is life lived so fully as in the Feywild! Come and enjoy the trip! Because unfortunately we only have one minute... so let's make use of it!"
Godrick stands there, jaw to the floor.
After a half-beat, Godrick leaps into this new world, shouting joyfully as only a small child can.
"WHOOO HOOOOO! This is AMAAAAZIIING! We need to do this every day Duwamilly! EVERY DAY!"
Godrick is beaming, full of joy and innocent bliss.
"I know, the Feywild always has this effect the first few times..." Duwamilly smiles at Godrick, while she is picking flowers at the foot of the colossal face, inserting them into her hair "...And next times too!" she laughs "Obviously there are also dangerous fey... but here in this place, at the foot of the Lady of the Forest's head, I have never had any problems".
"Is it me, you know, who calls her 'Lady of the Forest'?" The ex-Preceptor is keen to point out "I actually don't know what her name is... I don't even know if she's a real lady or just a curious formation on the ground! I tried to talk to her many times, but she never answered me. Maybe It's because I speak too fast. They say that plants perceive time more slowly than we do. Maybe I should speak to them very slowly. One word per minute. Or one word per hour. But who could ever do that? I find it difficult to go below one word per second..."
In the meantime, the gnome cleric checks whether Wyvern also came on the trip or not...
As the tiefling leans forward and kisses her on the cheek, the red-haired half-elf goes pale, and then there's a faint blush, her eyes scrutinizing the tiefling across the table to discern if the kiss had been sincere or just another way to manipulate her, her slender hand touching her cheek where the kiss was planted. "I'm not leaving quite yet you know..." She says with some uncertainty in her voice. "...and whoever leaves for that island with whom you must know I might not always be the best of company while under the threat of my life." Yasmina then goes quiet for an awkward long time before speaking again. "You know, we should really make good use of this afternoon too. You of all deserve some good time before leaving for that dreadful island Delvindra. I'll just get the bill while you decide what you want to do next."She says with a small smile.
Yasmina's slender hand touches her cheek where the kiss was planted. "I'm not leaving quite yet you know..." She says with some uncertainty in her voice.
Delvindra's eyes go wide and the audacity of a moment before is replaced by cobalt cheeks flushing violet and the distinct impression that she would like to crawl under the table and hide in shame. Her head spins and she stops paying attention to Yasmina's words until she becomes aware of a palpable silence and looks up.
"You know, we should really make good use of this afternoon too. You of all deserve some good time before leaving for that dreadful island Delvindra. I'll just get the bill while you decide what you want to do next."She says with a small smile.
"Ah...yeah," the Tiefling responds weakly as she resigns herself to painfully awkward afternoon...
With a pain in her heart Yasmina notices the reaction of Delvindra, she wants to comfort her but is not sure how. Instead she pays for the seafood and brings on a better mood again, it was not fair to the tiefling to have her last afternoon in civilization spoiled. "So, what do you say, take walk along the harbour for some nice views of the ocean? I'm sure we can find you something sweet too if you want." Yasmina says with a warm smile, offering the tiefling her hand for a walk.
Delvindra glances at Yasmina's hand in confusion. Is she misreading things? Is she about to make another blunder?
Plucking up her courage, she takes Yasmina's hand and...it feels nice, very nice, warm and comforting...
"Oh, no thank you. I'm stuffed. Thank you so much for lunch by the way. A walk along the harbour would be nice though. I've never actually seen the ocean before."
"Well coming across the seas from distant lands to the south I've already had my fair share of ocean views already..." Yasmina says with a grin, bringing the tiefling along, hoping the walk and the view would cheer her up again. "...but it can be quite spectacular sights, the vastness of it all, it really gives you perspective on things." She continues as they step out on the street outside the Dolphin, then steering them towards the nice walk along the shore in this well-off part of Tormere. "So, about getting to know each other..."The red-haired half-elf starts again as they reach the sea, standing and just watching it for a while. "...how did you end up as a disciple of Ilmater, if it's not too personal a question." She finishes, glancing curiously over at Delvindra.
Delvindra takes in the ocean, trying to process the vastness of it, the way it reaches out until it becomes one with the horizon. She closes her eyes and breathes in the salt air and feels the soothing rhythm of the breaking waves...
Coming back to herself, she considers Yasmina's question.
"I guess it was never really a choice. My mother came to the Ilmateri when I was an infant. She died of a fever and the monastery found someone to nurse me and took me in. A ten-day ago I'd never known anything else."
"How about you? What brings you so far from home? If it was just the curse it seems like there would have been someone closer to ask."
Yasmina glances over to see the tiefling closing her eyes, seeming to enjoy standing by the sea, it felt better now.
"Mm..." The red-haired half-elf says, trying to think about how she would phrase things. "...I suppose there might have been help to be found closer than this...but I've been a naughty girl at times and there are people back home that are quite upset with me."She says, seeming reluctant to expand on this. "I guess I'm just not a good person Delvindra, but finding myself with this curse has really made me think about my life's choices. I want to be good..." She says, smiling weakly over at the blue-skinned tiefling. "...but I'm not really ready for a cloistered life so don't get any ideas about recruiting me into that cult of yours." She says in a playful tone, giving Delvindra a nudge with her arm.
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother..."Yasmina says after a moment in a more serious tone again. "...and I understand if you feel that the monestary is where you belong, but I think you should give some thought to what you want now, you don't need to go back after this you know."
The nervous trill that goes through Delvindra when Yasmina describes herself as a "naughty girl" escapes in a giggle that the Tiefling quickly chokes back at Yasmina's serious confession. At Yasmina's nudge, Delvindra relaxes again.
"No, I'm not sure I'd wish the monastic life on anyone," Delvindra says in a light tone that could be equal parts a response to Yasmina's jest or her own future.
"What's a good person anyway? People do the best they can in the moment and other people, with the luxury of safety and hindsight, assign it some moral value. Determining goodness is inherently unjust. Take this..."
She turns to face the Half-Elf suddenly, pops up on her tiptoes, and kisses Yasmina quickly on the lips as her tail coils around the Warlock's waist.
As she settles back onto her feet she studies Yasminia's face before locking eyes with her.
"There's only two people with the right to decide if that was 'good' or 'bad' of me. Everyone else just has opinions. Same with your past. If it felt right in the moment, you've done nothing bad,"she says with a swish of her tail as whispered voices mutter their agreement.
The red-haired half-elf's eyes goes wide as Delvindra kisses her again, taking half-a-step back from the shock, barely hearing the tiefling's view of good and bad. She fairly quickly collects herself again this time though, giving Delvindra a curious smile. "What would your monestary sisters say if they saw you now, kissing a fallen girl from a land of heathens in broad daylight?"She says, shaking her head but still smiling as if trying to comprehend what is happening. "You make it sound so simple Delvindra, and I wish it were, in fact I've lived most of my life in the manner you speak of. I've come to regret some choices that seemed very good in the moment though, one that have forced me on this unpleasant journey we're having ahead of us."Yasmina continues stepping back closer to the tiefling again.
"I agree with you though that other's opinions should not matter if you kiss someone, but sometimes others will make their opinions on what is bad known to you, whether you would care about them or not." The red-haired half-elf continues, her gaze going out to the sea again, as if trying to spot the others she is referring to out there somewhere. "So, did it feel right in the moment then?" She asks quietly after a long while, her gaze still out to the sea, a faint blush on her cheek.
"Who cares what the sisters would think? My whole life they told me that following Ilmater was about sacrificing for others. You saw that temple. Does it look like the High Priest was sacrificing to you? Did our meals come out of his rations? No, there was plenty for everyone, and a horse and carriage too!"
Her eyes flash with anger...and something feral.
"They were right all along. I should have listened sooner."
As the tiefling continues to speak, Yasmina turns back at her with a worried look. "Are...are you alright Delvindra?"She asks, taking a step back again.
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Duwamilly would surely be saddened by what is happening in the meantime in the city... but she cannot know, so she continues to deal with the present problem: giving Godrick an accelerated course in economics: "Well, Godrick... do you have a gold coin with you? If you have it and it's not alone, let's count them and see if we get to 100, honey... Yes, 100gp is considered a large sum by most people... But magic items are usually expensive".
"What can i say?" the ex-Preceptor sighs "Just think that the only magical object that I obtained without having to pay for it (albeit legally), turned out to be cursed... Believe me, kid, it's better to pay for them".
"Uuuuu, I have 15 gold. That's all I've made in my entire life." Suddenly, the large sum of money hits Godrick "OOOOOOOh... yeah. That's a lot of money. Here you go then, you can have your items back." Godrick hands the pipe and pen over to Charlie.
"Now I'm sad..." *turns towards Duwamilly* "... ... ... magic?"
-Archie
The red-haired half-elf listens to Delvindra and quickly puts her hand on the tiefling's. "Oh you..." She says softly, sadness in half-elf's eyes too now. "...I'm so sorry Delvindra, I didn't know how you felt." She says, looking into the blue-skinned tiefling's golden eyes. "I really liked spending this morning with you Delvindra, but I just don't know if you'd still get along with me when I lose my temper over some of the others." She continues, looking down, ashamed over how intolerant she might seem. "It's really sweet of you to want to join me though..." She continues after a while of silence, looking up at the tiefling again with a faint smile. "...but don't you think you will be safer with the others?"
"You, me, Lord Amir, and..."
She stops mid-sentence, pauses a moment, and then gives Yasmina a smirk.
"The real question is will they be safe without us?"
Yasmina laughs softly, letting go of the tiefling's hand. "Are you trying to manipulate me stay with the group Delvindra?" She says with an amused smile. "Together with that strange and quite unreliable gold dragonborn you mentioned I highly doubt they will be anywhere near safe, with or without us, and I'm just not ready to risk my life for someone that is clearly not reliable?" Yasmina says flatly, finishing up her glass of white wine.
"Sure!" Duwamilly exclaims "Come to my room, dragon kids! Here we go!"
The ex-Preceptor sets off at a fast pace (as fast as her short legs allow), stopping only in the doorway to greet Sir Charles Brighton: "See you later Charlie, sorry to bother you, but you know... they're kids... take it like training for when you have your own!” she winks.
Once in her own room (with all the dragonborn who wanted to follow her), the cleric of Garl Glittergold goes close to the wall opposite the door... a common, bare wall... and extracts a mysterious-looking cube from her pocket , with arcane symbols on each side.
“Yes, this will do!” the gnome nicknamed 'Planerunner' chooses a face, places her thumb on it, concentrates... and all of a sudden, with the wall a bizarre thing happens. It's as if reality, there, were nothing more than an incredibly realistic painted cloth - and the cloth was torn in the middle, then separated, revealing behind... a completely different reality!
Now, instead of the wall, there is kind of a huge opening that allows access to an open, gigantic place, in which the colossal figure of a woman's head stands out, composed of earth and roots but whose hair is a forest of plants. Even though it is long past dawn outside in Tormere, in that place just a step beyond where the wall of Duwamilly's room used to be, the sun is rising and the birdsong heralds the new day, instilling a happiness and joy of life like only children and animals are capable of experiencing. The scent of flowers and nature's life is so enveloping that it seems to physically embrace...
"Behold the Feywild!" the ex-Preceptor throws herself into this new environment with enthusiasm, enthusiastically calling out to others with broad hand gestures "The Plane of Faerie, the land of soft lights and wonder, a place of music and magic and, above all, life! Nowhere else in the Multiverse will you see such colorful colors, smell such fragrant scents, hear such sonorous sounds... Nowhere else is life lived so fully as in the Feywild! Come and enjoy the trip! Because unfortunately we only have one minute... so let's make use of it!"
"Maybe a little bit. The last refuge of the desperate. I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't try everything."
She leans forward and kisses Yasmina on the cheek. Then leans back into her seat.
"That wasn't a ploy. I just thought it would feel nice and it doesn't seem like I'll have another chance."
"You know I'd still like to come with you if I can but, if you're set on going it alone, then I hope we meet again soon."
Godrick stands there, jaw to the floor.
After a half-beat, Godrick leaps into this new world, shouting joyfully as only a small child can.
"WHOOO HOOOOO! This is AMAAAAZIIING! We need to do this every day Duwamilly! EVERY DAY!"
Godrick is beaming, full of joy and innocent bliss.
-Archie
"I know, the Feywild always has this effect the first few times..." Duwamilly smiles at Godrick, while she is picking flowers at the foot of the colossal face, inserting them into her hair "...And next times too!" she laughs "Obviously there are also dangerous fey... but here in this place, at the foot of the Lady of the Forest's head, I have never had any problems".
"Is it me, you know, who calls her 'Lady of the Forest'?" The ex-Preceptor is keen to point out "I actually don't know what her name is... I don't even know if she's a real lady or just a curious formation on the ground! I tried to talk to her many times, but she never answered me. Maybe It's because I speak too fast. They say that plants perceive time more slowly than we do. Maybe I should speak to them very slowly. One word per minute. Or one word per hour. But who could ever do that? I find it difficult to go below one word per second..."
In the meantime, the gnome cleric checks whether Wyvern also came on the trip or not...
As the tiefling leans forward and kisses her on the cheek, the red-haired half-elf goes pale, and then there's a faint blush, her eyes scrutinizing the tiefling across the table to discern if the kiss had been sincere or just another way to manipulate her, her slender hand touching her cheek where the kiss was planted. "I'm not leaving quite yet you know..." She says with some uncertainty in her voice. "...and whoever leaves for that island with whom you must know I might not always be the best of company while under the threat of my life." Yasmina then goes quiet for an awkward long time before speaking again. "You know, we should really make good use of this afternoon too. You of all deserve some good time before leaving for that dreadful island Delvindra. I'll just get the bill while you decide what you want to do next." She says with a small smile.
Delvindra's eyes go wide and the audacity of a moment before is replaced by cobalt cheeks flushing violet and the distinct impression that she would like to crawl under the table and hide in shame. Her head spins and she stops paying attention to Yasmina's words until she becomes aware of a palpable silence and looks up.
"Ah...yeah," the Tiefling responds weakly as she resigns herself to painfully awkward afternoon...
With a pain in her heart Yasmina notices the reaction of Delvindra, she wants to comfort her but is not sure how. Instead she pays for the seafood and brings on a better mood again, it was not fair to the tiefling to have her last afternoon in civilization spoiled. "So, what do you say, take walk along the harbour for some nice views of the ocean? I'm sure we can find you something sweet too if you want." Yasmina says with a warm smile, offering the tiefling her hand for a walk.
Delvindra glances at Yasmina's hand in confusion. Is she misreading things? Is she about to make another blunder?
Plucking up her courage, she takes Yasmina's hand and...it feels nice, very nice, warm and comforting...
"Oh, no thank you. I'm stuffed. Thank you so much for lunch by the way. A walk along the harbour would be nice though. I've never actually seen the ocean before."
"Well coming across the seas from distant lands to the south I've already had my fair share of ocean views already..." Yasmina says with a grin, bringing the tiefling along, hoping the walk and the view would cheer her up again. "...but it can be quite spectacular sights, the vastness of it all, it really gives you perspective on things." She continues as they step out on the street outside the Dolphin, then steering them towards the nice walk along the shore in this well-off part of Tormere. "So, about getting to know each other..." The red-haired half-elf starts again as they reach the sea, standing and just watching it for a while. "...how did you end up as a disciple of Ilmater, if it's not too personal a question." She finishes, glancing curiously over at Delvindra.
Delvindra takes in the ocean, trying to process the vastness of it, the way it reaches out until it becomes one with the horizon. She closes her eyes and breathes in the salt air and feels the soothing rhythm of the breaking waves...
Coming back to herself, she considers Yasmina's question.
"I guess it was never really a choice. My mother came to the Ilmateri when I was an infant. She died of a fever and the monastery found someone to nurse me and took me in. A ten-day ago I'd never known anything else."
"How about you? What brings you so far from home? If it was just the curse it seems like there would have been someone closer to ask."
Yasmina glances over to see the tiefling closing her eyes, seeming to enjoy standing by the sea, it felt better now.
"Mm..." The red-haired half-elf says, trying to think about how she would phrase things. "...I suppose there might have been help to be found closer than this...but I've been a naughty girl at times and there are people back home that are quite upset with me." She says, seeming reluctant to expand on this. "I guess I'm just not a good person Delvindra, but finding myself with this curse has really made me think about my life's choices. I want to be good..." She says, smiling weakly over at the blue-skinned tiefling. "...but I'm not really ready for a cloistered life so don't get any ideas about recruiting me into that cult of yours." She says in a playful tone, giving Delvindra a nudge with her arm.
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother..." Yasmina says after a moment in a more serious tone again. "...and I understand if you feel that the monestary is where you belong, but I think you should give some thought to what you want now, you don't need to go back after this you know."
The nervous trill that goes through Delvindra when Yasmina describes herself as a "naughty girl" escapes in a giggle that the Tiefling quickly chokes back at Yasmina's serious confession. At Yasmina's nudge, Delvindra relaxes again.
"No, I'm not sure I'd wish the monastic life on anyone," Delvindra says in a light tone that could be equal parts a response to Yasmina's jest or her own future.
"What's a good person anyway? People do the best they can in the moment and other people, with the luxury of safety and hindsight, assign it some moral value. Determining goodness is inherently unjust. Take this..."
She turns to face the Half-Elf suddenly, pops up on her tiptoes, and kisses Yasmina quickly on the lips as her tail coils around the Warlock's waist.
As she settles back onto her feet she studies Yasminia's face before locking eyes with her.
"There's only two people with the right to decide if that was 'good' or 'bad' of me. Everyone else just has opinions. Same with your past. If it felt right in the moment, you've done nothing bad," she says with a swish of her tail as whispered voices mutter their agreement.
The red-haired half-elf's eyes goes wide as Delvindra kisses her again, taking half-a-step back from the shock, barely hearing the tiefling's view of good and bad. She fairly quickly collects herself again this time though, giving Delvindra a curious smile. "What would your monestary sisters say if they saw you now, kissing a fallen girl from a land of heathens in broad daylight?" She says, shaking her head but still smiling as if trying to comprehend what is happening. "You make it sound so simple Delvindra, and I wish it were, in fact I've lived most of my life in the manner you speak of. I've come to regret some choices that seemed very good in the moment though, one that have forced me on this unpleasant journey we're having ahead of us." Yasmina continues stepping back closer to the tiefling again.
"I agree with you though that other's opinions should not matter if you kiss someone, but sometimes others will make their opinions on what is bad known to you, whether you would care about them or not." The red-haired half-elf continues, her gaze going out to the sea again, as if trying to spot the others she is referring to out there somewhere. "So, did it feel right in the moment then?" She asks quietly after a long while, her gaze still out to the sea, a faint blush on her cheek.
"Who cares what the sisters would think? My whole life they told me that following Ilmater was about sacrificing for others. You saw that temple. Does it look like the High Priest was sacrificing to you? Did our meals come out of his rations? No, there was plenty for everyone, and a horse and carriage too!"
Her eyes flash with anger...and something feral.
"They were right all along. I should have listened sooner."
As the tiefling continues to speak, Yasmina turns back at her with a worried look. "Are...are you alright Delvindra?" She asks, taking a step back again.