Aeshallyn followed the lead of the two, following closely and seemingly by coincidence again came into a position right next to the cute half-elf with the mysterious aura. Well, it was that or that Wild Elf with his overdose of self-appreciation.<br/><br/>“Although I do not fall under the general descriptor ‘guys’, allow me to nevertheless answer you, Ayariel. I fathom you most certainly would look magnificent in a dress. But consider the consequences, all the males in sight would flock to you like bees to a particular delicious sort of honey. Would you want that sort of attention?” Aeshallyn gave Ayariel a little wink at that.<br/><br/>“But besides that I harbor certain doubts that it will be a real option for our whole group to hide our intentions behind a clever disguise. Some items like Madame Mabus’ chosen implement of destruction or the metallic shell of our nameless divine servant are very difficult to conceal, and having our true identities revealed at an inopportune time with them being bereft of the tools of their trade – out of their own choosing even – might prove truly fatal.”<br/><br/>In a whisper that only Inyrra next to her could hear she added “It is a pity, though, that we have to tread so overly carefully. Wouldn’t it have been fascinating to thoroughly interrogate one of these enticing young and overly virile farm boys just for certainties sake?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>