Janaece noticed the adroit ease with which Mideala moved through the crowd, exemplary of elven agility, and she smiled admiringly at her companion.<br/><br/>"In a way, I am drawn - but not lured in the way the mortals they enchant are drawn. My goddess has granted me a certain amount of ability to sense the presence and direction of Fey, much in the way a Paladin can sense the evil auras of the dark-hearted, the undead, and the demonic. I hunt them, to put it bluntly, the wicked ones anyway...I've grown calmer about it since my teenage years, and have allied with goodly fey before. It's not to much about what a person is as who they are, and I just happen through experience to be better at dealing with magically inclined foes, such as fey and witches, than with monsters of sheer size and strength like, say, giants."<br/><br/>"You bring up a good point,<em>a'mael</em>," she used an Elven dear of endearment which roughly translated as 'dear heart', at least in the Elven language she knew from Faerun; she'd no idea whether elves' tongues in other words were the same, but her tone of voice likely made the endearment clear in any case. "I do wonder if this nymph has designs specific to the mystery of this mansion. Perhaps she thinks that by enchanting others she can use them to unlock whatever secrets and powers I've overheard other revelers ruminate about. I haven't the foggiest about any of it, but from what I learned of her back in Faerun, I'm sure she's up to no good..."<br/><br/>The ranger squeezed Mideala's hand for comfort, and her eyes flashed as she caught another glimpse of her query. "She's moving toward the doors near the hedge-maze side of the mansion..."