"I'll assume i'm invited in then.." Mircalla softly called out as he entered the room. Poised on stilleto heels he slinked around, giving a nod of greetings to everyone. His eyes were drawn to the little man on the bed "Look a gnome... they are a close relative of mole rats aren't they?"<br/><br/>His purple eyes glanced over the feast that had been laid out for them as he moved past Layla's leering gaze to speak with Bael, who so far was the best company of the group. The long fut trimmed trail of Mircalla's silken Kimono cascaded over the ground behind him as he moved.<br/><br/>"With all the commotion from earlier gone it seems you can continue with your bath. Jerion will be with us soon, and not long after the scroll will be ready to free you of your curse." He purred out to the elven man. "If you'd like I can fix you a plate and bring it to you...