Zook took a moment to take in the name.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BF40">Corila... A lovely name that fits a lovely maiden.</span></span>" Zook shifted into gnomish. "<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF4040">And it seems that those elven ears are not quite as sensitive as I first thought, or do they simply not have much patience for the unrefined language of humans? Or perhaps you simply wished to hear my voice speak it again? Zook... Zook, is the name I go by. But if you simply asked, I would gladly be called anything that is easier on that beautiful voice.</span></span>"<br/><br/>Zook practically sang it. He even went so far as to produce some faint music and extrude some visual sheet music with his prestidigitation while giving a slight bow as he spoke his name. Hopefully, this would serve to distract from the fact that he allowed that same prestidigitation to dry areas of Corila's body that had yet to be touched by the imaginary towel. His gaze went off to the side for a moment.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BF40">But as fair,</span> lovely, <span style="color: #BF4040">sweet-smelling</span>, <span style="color: #00BF40">and lovely as you are,</span> my audience at the moment includes two more.</span>"<br/><br/>Zook turned towards the humans as he finished drying Corila with the prestidigitation spell.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">So... Corila, Damien, Zook...</span>" said the gnome, pointing the imaginary cane at each person in turn, before pointing it at the last member of his audience. He didn't recall getting this one's name.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">...and you would be?</span>"