"<span style="color: fuchsia">Of course you're welcome,</span>" Trix assured the fairy. She'd been worried when the blue sprite had fallen to the ground, but relief had set in soon afterward. She spared Kaihel a grateful look for this kindness to one of her own, if only for a moment. "<span style="color: fuchsia">It must have been awful to be held captive by these brutes. I've... had a similar experience.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: blue">Yeah, you'd better run!</span>" Calypso was shouting at the fleeing moblin, even shaking her fist in its general direction. "<span style="color: blue">Tell your friends your ilk isn't welcome here!</span>" The sorceress returned to the rest of the group soon after, rubbing her hand tenderly against the stinging wound at her neck. Fortunately it seemed to be mostly superficial for a strike in such a vulnerable area. She caught the tail end of what the fairy was saying and knelt down to peer at the key. "<span style="color: blue">That's a lucky find for us! We need to get to the Maze Palace ourselves, maybe this key will help out.</span>" She moved on to the building that the moblin leader had emerged from and peered in through the doorway. Her innate sense for magic led her to a small bag filled with powder. "<span style="color: blue">Hmmm... I bet this will be useful too,</span>" she mused, affixing the pouch to her belt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>