For a brief moment, you see a look of approval flicker through the halfling's eyes... but it's only a moment, and she's back to business. Thankfully, it seems that the "double threat," coupled with mention of the dryad who had so mercilessly bludgeoned her the night before, seems to sink in, and the goblin priestess shakes in her chair.<br/><br/>"<em>Nagh nagh</em>... I talks with you, I swears." She nods emphatically, cringing as if she thinks you'll light her aflame just for speaking. "I gives all informations I cans. But I only know we was building a body for Jack o' the Lanterns."<br/><br/>The goblin hastily launches into a re-cap of the tale she'd told your dryad form- how the humans contacted her, about the Blood Lord, how Jack was supposed to be his herald, and her people his chosen army. The story matches up pretty perfectly... though it leaves Sharille confused.<br/><br/>"So, wait... this human noble contacted you, and told you all these stories about a blood lord... so you started trying to call Jack o' the Lanterns?" The woman shakes her head and looks to you. "Pray tell, who is Jack o' the Lanterns?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Could you PM me a KN: Religion, or KN: Planes check?</div></div>