Falameezar let his face straighten about as much as his skull would allow when Aya let the extravagant story burst forth. He looked down at her and said, "<span style="color: olive">I never thought that I would meet a mortal so spectacularly melodramatic.</span>"<br/><br/>Shifting a bit, Falameezar nudged Aya away from his haunches as he began to shrink back down. He then planted himself at Aya's side, his tail twitching impatiently as he awaited what they were all to do next.<br/><br/>Gajol nodded to Allura, her own smile showing relief and a newfound jauntiness as she readied herself. "This is great news," she said happily upon the confirmation that her two companions were fine. She then scanned about the room to check on the others, and her eyes settled upon the high priest. "Elta," she called to the cleric, "Your armor would not happen to be adorned with a sun motif, would it?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>