Naji jumps in surprise when Thygor's tongue darts down at the little pouch at her side, and actually manages to not only snag the spyglass, but pull it from it's little holster. Rather than giving the no-doubt gloating creature the satisfaction of knowing he'd actually startled her, she casts him a rather wry grin, casually crossing her arms over her chest "You know, Thygor, one day we need to put that tongue of yours to GOOD use. I can think of so many more creative uses for it." Eyes twinkling in merriment, she once more turns back to the house, squinting into the distance "Eh...those two are heading inside the house. Huh. Hope if they end up rubbing those kitties' tummies, it's not from the inside. That group standing around outside looks tough. They say anything yet?" Not privy to the 'message' spell, Naji was quite clueless as to what - if anything - they'd actually said.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sure they are fine." Anya pipes in, shielding her eyes with her hand as she gazed into the distance as well. Her eyes were not quite as good as Naji's, though she could still make out enough detail to make her gasp softly "Oh dear. Those are some big people outside. The information we got from Julora was that it's the 'White Wings' who's supposed to be here, right? I mean, they don't have the WORST reputation around, but having those two little fairies in their midst....mmmph...y-yeah, I'm sure they're fine, right? Cyria?" Looking to her drider friend, the human girl slides a little bit closer to her, placing a hand upon her waistline, where the more humanoid portion of her upper body connected to the spiderlike portions of her rear.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> Information about Wells...</span><br/><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;">Wells are, essentially, magical treasure chests. They are simply places in the world that, though unknown means, have developed a rather powerful connection to a different plane of existance, and one that seems to be absolutely RIFE with magical energy. This manifests in a number of different ways once the well has been 'opened'.<br/><br/>A treasure trove of magical equipment could appear, including immensly powerful arcane artifacts prized by wizards and sages the world over. Alternatively, opening a well could simply create an area absolutely SATURATED with raw magical energy, areas that anyone with a great deal of arcane ability covets. Of course, with that comes problems. After all, a Necromancer gaining access to a well could easily create a near-endless army of vile, undead creatures, at least until the well ran dry. Powerful rituals could be performed without the unique and rare components that are required in them. There's hundreds of uses for wells, and that is why there's been so much clambor for them.<br/><br/>Of course, most groups keep a small split of any magical equipment that is found for themselves, in addition to the pay recieved from their employer. It's only fair, after all - how much and what type of the gear they keep varies from place to place, and how much the employer expects.<br/><br/>Wells themselves are not especially spectacular to look at, manifesting as little more than 'bright' spots in the world, places that seem to be lit by the faint glow of lanternlight where there is actually none to be found. Extracting a well is a lengthy process, but it generally results in 'reaching through' and pulling back whatever strange thing is making the disturbance in the natural order of things. <br/><br/>((More about wells will be explained as time goes on. assuming you ask the right kinda questions! ^_^ ))</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> The White Wings </span><br/><br/><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;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s36.photobucket.com/user/CassyInko/media/Lilian_zps46ce68a6.jpg.html"><img alt="Image" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e42/CassyInko/Lilian_zps46ce68a6.jpg"/></a><br/><br/>Initially founded by Lilian Heart and her two sisters, Julora Heart and Kina Heart, the White Wings was intended to be a 'knightly' sort of mercenary group, one hirable by the common folk to tend to disruptions in their day to day lives, be that disruption in the form of maurading monsters or skulking bandits seeking to pilfer what they could.  For the most part, it succeeded in what it set out to do, and it quickly became one of the larger mercenary groups operating in the land. <br/><br/>As time went on, though, Lilian grew more and more ambitious, and after several arguments about the 'direction the group was heading', the growing hostilities finally ended with a violent confrontation. Whilst there is no known eyewitness source, and Julora has refused to speak on the matter, it is widely believed that Lilian ate her own sister, Kina, and drove Julora out of the group, threatening to 'reunite her with her sibling' if she didn't make herself scarce.<br/><br/>Over the next few years, the White Wings' reputation began to fall from an 'upstanding, knightly order' to more of a powerful and ruthless mercenary group, though not without it's own strange code of honor to which it's members are forced to adhere. Of course, the regulations are rather 'open for interpretation', with many of it's members only following the letter of the code, and not the spirit of it.<br/><br/>It's said that Lilian has grown more and more insane over the years, though with that insanity came a sort of cunning that many would not expect to find. Again, she's got her own code by which she lives, and the members of her own group are treated nearly like family (assuming they don't screw up too badly). She's rather overprotective of them, and will generally take any slight, be it verbal or physical, against her group as a personal attack against herself, and deals with it accordingly. <br/><br/>Hundreds of other wild speculations include 'The white wings got it's name cause Lilian ate an angel' to 'she's possessed by a demon', but one thing is for certain - Lilian and Julora no longer see eye to eye, and even MENTIONING the other's name in either of their presence is grounds for a rather rough reception.</div></div></div>