Cyrille was quite thankful for the only light being that of the moons slicing through the leaves as they walked down the path; though she was far too dignified to say it herself, Aerylinne's rump felt most fine, especially with her blushing cheek resting against the woman's hip, and she had to actively resist setting her on the ground so that she could grab a handful or two.<br/><br/>"Since you seem to so crave adventure," Cyrille proposed, trying to keep her mind off of Aerylinne's bottom, "I have an idea of where to start. If we were to venture through one of the valleys in the mountain range and head west, there is another village of which I have heard, this one having to deal with something poisoning the water supply. The symptoms of those who drink from either the river or the wells are not unlike that of arsenic."<br/><br/>She glanced upward, looking to see if she had caught the noblewoman's attention. "They have no gold mines nearby, at least that of which they know, although mining and smelting gold is usually what would poison the waters as such. Perhaps we can investigate? Give you a chance to flex you spellcasting muscles and test your mettle?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>