"Fire in their blood," Rain mused, that would be one way to describe it certainly. Though there seemed more to it than that to her. Now that she was musing on more, the woman's body language was all wrong for what she was saying. It was rote... "You needn't pretend knowledge in something you are unfamiliar with to impress of appease me." She murmured, looking the very fey seeming young woman over. There was something different about her, and for a moment Rain was left wondering why she was telling her so much about herself with so little prompting. Then she got to that point.<br/><br/>"I would not be concerned about my reputation." She counseled the other woman. "Nor would any association with anyone, including the Greater Demon's themselves damage me any more than what I am about to do. It is not often that a Court Bard runs off to lands unknown without the knowledge or consent of their patron. If my quest fails, I may well come home to hang." She smiled at the though, grim though it may be. It simply gave her one more reason not to fail.<br/><br/>"Thank you," Rain accepted the small wooden egg, examining it carefully. It was quite pretty really, and it's maker was decidedly desperate. "I assure you, you needn't worry about me." She repeated. "You can do nothing to my name, reputation, or rank that I do not already chance. You are most welcome, plying your enchantments for the benefit of my quest or no. I have coin aplenty, and am quite capable of making more, but many things are much easier when one has ample coin to let. Come," Rain made a gesture for the other woman to follow. "There is someone else that I would speak to."<br/><br/>Her eyes moved back to the fellow in the robes. He didn't seem to have moved too much, but the crowds were thinning now, and  it wouldn't be so hard to go to where he was. She had another to thank, and it would be most unacceptable for her not to do so. Besides, she needed to warn him about Daemion and his temper. There was no telling what he would do to the poor man for trying to place a spell on him. She would have to see that that did not happen somehow.<br/><br/>"Hello, kind sir," She called, as she approached. "I believe you attempted to aid me. I have come to thank you, and warn you of the nature of the one that you failed to spell." She stopped, only a few feet away, easy speaking distance, but not so close as to  cause discomfort if he was feeling jittery. "Therefore, thank you. I much appreciate your efforts. However, you have managed to make Daemion very angry at you, and he's not one to let a vendetta lie. He can be quite brutal. Is there anyway that I may repay you for the danger you may well have placed yourself in?"