"That--" Krynn started.  It wasn't something they kept secret, but because of the curse, they were a relatively small tribe, and had to integrate others to join or breed.  How could this forest witch know anything about her?  Krynn noticed the blue chain-woman kept a protective barrier between them, in case the barbarian got too impatient with her evasive partner.  It was probably a wise decision on their part, because she wanted answers now, and the flashes of blue thigh and skin beneath the chains was a distraction from her rage.<br/><br/>"Get around the curse?  How can you do that with out curing it?  It was left by some 'holy man' something generations ago," (perhaps a wandering cleric of the Silver Flame, trying to snuff out a cult of the Dragon Below through sterility).  Krynn frowned and thought to herself.  She wasn't used to having to think or plan much, the direct approach was her forte.  What would the wisewoman think of this?  Krynn certainly didn't trust spellcasters, besides her elders channeling the Dragon Below, but that was for the good of the tribe.  This "ex-per-ment" sounded bad, and keeping the elf-witch around, ready to do...<em>weird</em>things wasn't comforting.  But Krynn decided that anything for the benefit of the tribe would come before her own discomfort.<br/><br/>"...Fine.  If you can help fight this curse, I'll let you do your magic.