Tyora let her chin rest on the palm of her hand as she watched Verita for the moment that she seemed to hesitate with the wine.  It was smart not to trust something handed to you from someone you didn’t know.  That was why she had made a point to take the first sip of the wine before the girl did.  So she could make sure there was nothing other than the wine that it was supposed to be.  She smiled kindly as Verita finally took a sip, and her face predictably brightened up as the honeyed flavor would hit her.  She couldn’t help the smile because that bright look is why it was an anniversary gift from her wife every year.<br/><br/>As Verita went through her question, Tyora took another drink, much bigger than a sip as she let the cool honey slide over her tongue and down her throat.<span style="color: green">“It sounds like you have been through quite a story.  You should write it all down sometime.”</span>The green skinned elf commented as she listened to Verita’s little story.  She didn’t agree, she had only been with the group since the ship.  Not any earlier like the others.    But she would let her claim that it was fine.<br/><br/>At the question, Tyora debated for a moment about not answering the question.  Not like they needed to know right?  But… looking at Verita at that question… Tyora drank her wine deeply to get some courage.<span style="color: green">“Ok… since you got me off that ship… I guess you should know.  I was there as a favor to my father-in-law.  The ship I was on was a merchant vessel belonging to him, carrying some valuable goods that I was in charge of guarding.  It was carrying valuable silks, and other goods to a coastal city on an Island a few hundred miles into the Ghatan-ser Ocean.   The Pirates snuck up on us as we were leaving the Eiwua Sea.  They came around a coast from nowhere.  And we couldn’t get away.”</span>She told, being very bad with telling stories.<br/><br/>The last part to actually answer the question though she paused, and downed the rest of her drink.  To actually answer the question was nothing more than a lot of embarrassment from her.<span style="color: green"> “I would have been able to deal with them… easily… but the old fucker was lucky.  One of their cannon shots was too close.  A piece of the railing clipped me in the head.  I was out before they even boarded the ship.  Woke up chained in their hold…”</span>That she seemed to grumble.  Obviously frustrated about that bit, of not being able to fight back when they attacked.<br/><br/>At least Ylvis gave her a distraction before she pulled the bottle of wine back to her so she could pour herself another glass.<span style="color: green">“Yeah, he helped me break out of that bitch’s spell.  He gave me the idea by mostly not being completely under it.  I think the only reason he was pulled into her spell at all was because he is bound to me.  He had the idea on how to break out of the spell because he is far more in tune with magic than any creature alive…”</span>she began before listening to him mention the Kaiser.  She went silent at that.  She knew they were rare…<br/><br/>Uuranor, at the mention of what his kind were being put through, he forced himself to crawl out from inside her hair and look at the crazy elf.  Tyora especially shut up because she heard his growl.<span style="color: red"><i>“We are not that easy to corrupt… but they should not be experimented on… Where are they?”</i></span>he growls, ignoring the pain that he was still trying to recover from.  Tyora reached and scratched him behind one of his head fins as he laid down against her shoulder, looking at the insane elf.<span style="color: green">“He is Uuranor.  And I would like to know that information too… thought not until after we recover some more.”</span>That just made Uuranor growl before retreating from the light back into her hair.<br/><br/>She had to turn from the two when she heard the commotion coming from the kitchen, followed by the sight of the fire nymph dashing out.  It took only a little over a second before she could easily see that the nymph was drunk.  Especially when she stumbled over her own feet and dumped her spoils all across the floor.  Tyora couldn’t help the amusement in her eyes as she watched the cook rage at the nymph.  And especially a little amusement at the nymph’s ass and tails swaying in the air a bit.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Good evening little Sirka.  How have…”</span>of course, Tyora never even got to finish what she was saying before the Nymph dashed to her and grabbed the elf’s her head, crushing it into her chest.  The immediate darkening of her cheeks in a blush was not only because of the heat of the nymph’s body.  After a moment of being snuggled into the chest, Tyroa just sighed and reached around to pat the girl on the back in a consoling manner.  Not that she could do anything else with her face pressed into the soft flesh of the Nymph.  Uuranor on the other hand couldn’t avoid popping his head out to look at the Nymph.  There was no hesitation as he leaned forwards and licked her glowing cheek, drinking down a little taste of her magic.  He really liked the Nymph.  Her primal fire magic was very appetizing for him.<br/><br/>Finally Tyora could breathe again when she was finally released from Sirka’s grip.  She got a deep one in before smiling a little.  Though somewhere in her mind she was trying not to think of how much she had enjoyed that.  Especially since she was married, the enchanted wooden ring proof still on her finger.  Not like anything would happen.  Of course it turned into a frown a bit when Ylvis seemed to swoop in to try flirting with the fire nymph.  He may not mean them any harm, but she didn’t trust him with any of her group.<span style="color: green">“You get inviting and warm welcomes from the barmaids.  Let us get the better welcomes from the fiery ones.”</span><br/><br/>She didn’t argue against him helping her get a chair.  Tyora didn’t know any magic exactly right to keep a plant like the chairs safe from her inner heat.<span style="color: green">“Come join us Sirka, ignore the crazy one for now.”</span>She said as she patted the chair that Ylvis had frozen.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>