When the group entered the Royal Signet, they're treated to a rare sight: a drow and her protector. No, drows aren't that rare of a sight in themselves; sure they don't come to the surface often, but they do, and drow priestesses and royalties often have male protectors, so there's nothing strange about the pair themselves. What's weird however, is that instead of having more low-ranking male drows as her slaves, this woman had three goblins instead. What's more, while it's no secret that drows often enslave their prisoners through fear, the expression on the little faces of these goblins were anything but. In fact, for a well-trained goblin psychologist (if such profession exists in this time and place...or any time and place, for that matter), said scholar may very well conclude that the look on their faces is one of religious awe.<br/><br/>"Gottdess-lady! Here's hyu trone!" two goblins exclaimed in unison as they pulled out a chair at the table where Nathaniel's sitting, while another pulled out a chair for her able protector. "Dere hyu go, schneaky varrior guy!" while they might not worship the Smoke Knight as much as they adore their living goddess, it's easy to see how much respect they have for the shadow monk (the fact that said monk could easily chop off their heads without them ever noticing might be a factor here). "Excuse me, ladies and sir." the "Gottdess-lady", Listen to the Wind, flashed them a polite and somewhat embarrassed smile. "Would you mind if we join you?" she asked looking at her tiny companions, staring at her and her guardian with eyes full of expectation. "...It seems that our little friends here really want us to sit at this table with you."