Between browsing for trinkets and asking the shopkeeper numerous questions regarding exactly what animal it was that she'd bought a carving of, Eiyre completely loses track of time and it isn't until she see looks up and sees Gorun making his way out of town that she realizes how distracted she let herself get. She hurriedly thanks the merchant, then packs up her things and makes her way out of town in the agreed upon direction.<br/><br/>As the oracle heads to the bridge, she raises the wooden animal up in the air and waves it about like it's soaring through the air. The shopkeeper may have claimed it's a horse, but those two lopsided wooden protrusions definitely look more like wings, so he couldn't possibly have known what he was talking about, she thinks to herself.<br/><br/>Arriving at the bridge with the others, Eiyre takes a quick count and comes up with all six heads, including herself. Well, eight if you count the raven and the snake. While Turilia rests on her staff and Albalia and Xarithe ask their questions, Eiyre continues to play around with her carving, dancing about and swinging it through the air as she imagines its flight.<br/><br/>This doesn't stop her from listening to everything that's said and answering in turn, however. "Oh, I'm Eiyre," she tells the druid happily. "But you can feel free to refer to me as something else if you feel like it. It wouldn't be the first time I've been called something other than my name." She has to think a bit longer to explain what she might do during combat though, even stopping her play to consider the question. "I guess I can provide a little bit of healing, too, but it's not really my forte. I guess I kind of do a little bit of this, a little bit of that with a focus on debilitating our foes. Lord Charon has blessed me with a touch that can inflict bleeding wounds on those I touch as well." Moments later she hurriedly adds, "Oh, but you don't need to worry about me touching you normally. It's only if I want it to happen."