[IC] Chapter 2-3: Safe Haven

[Shanna Rendin]

Toot pouts a bit when the possibility of the wondrously soft and absorbent paper being torn away from his little bottom.  Then he cheers up a bit and asks, "You have scrolls?  When you cast spell from one can me have THAT paper?"...((etc))

((Greater Mage Armor, here.  And she has a Lesser Rod of Extend as well.  Thanks for the IC offer though  ))

Fey are...unpredictable at best.  I'm not very comfortable with this situation.  I don't understand Fey, nor their particular form of linguistics.

What could this creature possibly want from my scrolls??  Its curiosity is bordering on fanaticism.  It is beginning to grow distasteful.

The "elder" watches scornfully how the party reacts to her presence.

(the following spoiler is about her thoughts. I wrote it as DM notes but now I let all of you have a sneak peek. Read at your own peril, but this is strictly OOC info unless you can read her mind...)
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Another pause.
Finally, the woman sighs.
"You best we have now. We have problems with powerful neighbour who's been respectful until lately."

Once again, she falls silent, as if expecting to see how the party reacts to this overflowing revelation of more than a dozen words.

Shanna only blinks.  She had not truly been spoken to, or with, and yet she felt a decision had already been made about her.  Good or bad?  She could not yet say.

"Does this neighbor have a particular form?  Is it magical in nature or origin?  Or does it hale from a particular plane of existence?"

Powerful? Is it fearful too? Dragon, demon, devil, drawelf, duergar, dwarf or a mind flayer?

Obsessive, much?