“How appropriate that you speak of fear<em>clouding</em>the beauty of the nightly firmament.” Mircalla played with his hair, the wetness making his white hair look almost purple. “Sadly in the mortal realm we all live in the most valuable things are usually physical.”<br/><br/>Mircalla noticed Bael acting distracted as he spoke. He tried not to let his annoyance show. He hated it when someone wasn't paying him the attention he felt he deserved, though when he found out the reason for Bael's absenteeism he realized it was justifiable.<br/><br/>“Cursed ioun stone, really?” He asked his companion “Jerion, do we have anything for that?”<br/><br/>Both twins shook their head from side to side. “Nay.” Said the one in the tub with Mircalla. “Tis been a long time since we used our scroll to break a curse. A curse you had cast no less!”<br/><br/>“It was worth it.” Mircalla let out a seductively wicked chuckle while reminiscing on the nature of that particular curse and how he was persuaded to break it after it was cast.<br/><br/>“I could scribe another” the twin outside the tub added just in case Mircalla felt it important enough to justify expending their own time and resources. “It would take me all the morrow and well into the midday to finish it. I can put even cursed items to good use though.”<br/><br/>The nymph born said nothing more about it. Bael was a stranger and could pay for his own curse removal. Perhaps if he already had a scroll he would have used it, but making one custom was a whole other story.  Instead Mircalla addressed the giddy blond that had entered the room. “Delighted to make your acquaintance Layla, you may call me Mircalla.”  He then glanced around the area and asked.  “Who is Momo? I take it they are not pleasant company?”