"So, you were a, uhh, hobgoblin, with... with her?" she asks, her mind trying to form an image of him as a hobgoblin, giggling slightly.<br/><br/>When they get back, the three women and the man are laughing, as Daminor finishes up a story, aided by simple illusions he was weaving; he catches the end of the illusion, which showed a tax collector who's been thoroughly humiliated by a farmer and his donkey, much to the amusement of everyone. "This charming bard was just regaling us with one of his tales," Aviendha compliments, as the couple return to the room, her eyes flashing with a bit of curiosity, sensing a change in Cerul, though she can't quite place it.