<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Annnnnd.. Back!</div></div></div><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Padma wrote:</cite>"We'd best get a move on, before it starts raining flying dogs or somesuch... er, no offense, Miss Rynn."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“None taken. ” Larynn responded. “With all that’s happened tonight, it’s hard to imagine what might be next.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Ooh! I know! Let me guess!~</span>Vanika chimed in.<span style="font-style: italic">~My moneys on a dragon! One that breathes fire and shoots winged monkeys out of it’s…-~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ I’m really glad you’re not here right now.~</span>Larynn responded, her ear’s folding back a bit. As the young aasimar prepares to board the carriage, another gust of cold night air makes her shudder. Remembering her saliva-coated predicament, she turns towards Adjutant Niberos. The guard was similarly soaked before cleaning herself off with magic. Lost in her thoughts, the chef hadn’t thought to ask the guard for help earlier.<br/><br/>“Pardon me, Adjutant. I noticed that you had cleaned the cat spittle off of you, and was wondering, could you do the same for me?”<br/>-----<br/>As intimidating as the Sergeant was,  Larynn couldn’t help but sympathize with her frustration.  While Elona was being taken, all the summoner could do was try and stop herself from being eaten. Various ‘what-if’ scenarios had been festering in the back of chef’s mind about what she could have done better.<span style="font-style: italic">”None of that’s not important now.”</span>Larynn thought to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">”What matters is what I can do now…”</span><br/><br/>“Pardon me,” Larynn begin, addressing the three guards. “But I’d like to volunteer in the search or Lady Elona. If there’s anything I can do help, just say so.”