The'kal nodded a little then smiled.<span style="color: #666600">"You have a point. Are you feeling any better? You seem more calm after our session but I really don't think I can handle linking with you again. I'm feeling a bit... dizzy so I should probably focus on resting some more."</span><br/><br/>"Teach? No, but they would entertain you and many are still exploring their sexuality. An Elf and her demon would be quite popular among a group of drunk women." She nodded a little but didn't say anything as she clapped her hands and both poles returned into the ceiling on their own. "I'm not the right person to give you a history lesson on them, and you don't strike me as a historian." She held out a hand and two small, orange stones appeared in her palm. The stones were warm to the touch and smelled faintly of burning wood. "I don't drink, it does nothing for me. Both of you keep these close, they'll allow you access to my studio whenever you desire. Even if you just want to dance with the trainees or watch." She looked pointedly at Saerwynn and was laid out on the floor and panting. "You can go get your clothes, or you can stay, the choice is yours. But if you do go do me a favor and don't tell Ras about me."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>