<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">K’risti looked sideways at Sir Kye at the mention of the young men off to search for gold in a newly found ruins, doing so in a discreet manner as the farmer was eating, not wanting him to see the acknowledgement her look to her partner conveyed on that matter. It occurred to K'risti that their mission may have just became more complicated, and she feared how far the news had spread and whom might have answered the siren song. She used the glance to also gauge the look on the Aassamar's face about the kobold situation, and if was he up for this challenge.<br/><br/>His deep green eyes and long soft golden hair captivated her for the moment, but his angelic face showed no hint of concern at facing kobolds. She smiled to herself and turned her eyes downward demurely before turning her long, furry, flexible neck back to the weary farmer's plight, gathering Crysalis in her arms as she did so. She absently scratched her familiar’s ears as she leaned back in her seat and waited patiently for the weary man to stiffen his composure, it was obvious that his fears had run his imagination to the point of imminent collapse. It occurred to her that she had no choice but to push him further to extract the information she needed about this sudden 'gold rush' in Little Meadow.</span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">“It is good that these young men help protect your community, meeting the little sods actions head on is a sound approach, to do nothing would show your weakness and invite further such incursions and even bolder acts of malice and wrong doing. It tis worrisome that your village's valuable young men should undertake such a dangerous exploration of an unknown ruin... gold is such an evil temptation to an otherwise goodly soul”, she purred motherly and with foreboding; pausing to let the concern she dredged up take hold of the man’s senses, roil his emotional state into a new state of panic for what must seem a difficult and potentially darkening state of his family’s future well being. <br/><br/>“If the young men were not to return…” she let the words trail off, as if the thought shouldn’t be given her voice. <br/><br/>“Perhaps we", looking to her partner, the very embodiment of strength and goodness, "could investigate further on these foolish children, as well.<br/>We could see that they return home, safely?" nodding her head with confidence that this was the right path to take. <br/><br/>"Scaring off kobolds is not the same as delving into the dark magic, the abhorrent creatures, and labyrinth like passages of an unknown ruin.” She hammered the nail home with her words, but she patted the worried family man's arm, in an effort of reassuring him that they were there to make things right.<br/><br/> “We will return Daisy to you, chase off the kobolds and then see if these young men will listen to reason or not, yes?” </span></em></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">She waited for his affirmative and then queried him once again, “Who put forth this idea of a new ruin and the possible riches inside? Where might we find them, and what else might they have been told about this dark foreboding pit of potential ancient evil?”</span></em></span>