<strong>Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time; Morning, Day 2<br/>Location; Dining Hall<br/>Tagged; Yuri, anyone else.</strong><br/><br/>Neria smiled and chuckled, a twinkle in her sea green orbs again as she did as Yuri bade, leading the way as he suggested.  He was a gentleman regardless of whatever his past contained, and she would do her best to ease his suffering if he allowed her to do so.  For now she waited on that end, simply heading out of the library for now after bidding Lionel a fond farewell.  Making their way to the grand dining hall, the light elf priestess could already smell the rich aromas of food in the air since they weren't the only ones eating this early in the morning.  Taking a spot at one of the teacher tables, the young, for her race, woman sat down and nodded to a seat on her right just as her mind began to wander over a plate of salad, a glass of honey mead, and a side of mashed potatoes with a slice of strawberry pie for dessert.  Oddly enough her mental thought came to life right before her eyes, and it made her gasp in surprise but she couldn't believe what had just happened as her face lit up.  "I just thought of this....and here it is.  Amazing, truly amazing."  She temporarily forgot all about what she had called Yuri down here for, but she calmed quickly as she said a quick prayer of thanks for the food before her before getting down to business.  "I....need more of your alchemy Yuri.  Nothing big, just a few cages to hold some rather pesky creatures I know about that pertain to what I do as a cleric as well as a Sacred Prostitute.  I haven't decided what I'm going to have in them but they will be relatively small and harmless, but during a battle they can be quite distracting, a fact I want to drive home if I can.  I'm thinking a Bliss Mote swarm.  They speak Sylvan, but rarely have anything meaningful to say since....they are purely sexual creatures that are miniscule in size but can pose serious dangers if left unchecked.  Being a cleric means knowing how to treat different kinds of curses, diseases, and wounds, and while the Bliss Motes don't attack, they can make a person addicted to their erotic touches and caresses much like a curse, and only a few spells can remove what they do to a person.  Anyway, since they are so small, I doubt there are cages readily available for such a thing, hence why I called you.  Do you think you can help me?"