Janaece nodded, squeezing Mideala's hand as she moved past her and began an effort to weave through the thick, undulating crowd and follow the glimpsed nymph. "Aye - a number; seen, and parlayed with, and fought against, and fought alongside..." she answered. "They are rarer even than elves in my world, but I have had cause and calling to....seek them out." Point in fact fighting fey was something of a calling and specialty of hers, but she chose not to go into detail about that just now; this bacchanalian crowd seemed like the sort who might be allied with the fey, even though her paladin-like sense to detect fey creatures themselves was not signalling any beyond the nymph ahead. She'd owe Mideala an explanation, though, for hunting this particular nymph at least.<br/><br/>The crowd poured thickly across the main ballroom, and moved maddeningly about; Janaece found it a more arduous medium to move through than the densest jungle. "This particular one has been an enchantress of human heroes, melting their minds into the alloy of own grander schemed...and I wonder if she is at this mansion for a reason beyond just evading my chase."