As you detail your "exploits" to the little gnome woman, her eyes continue to get wider... and wider... and wider still, to the point where you fear that the limits of bodily reality will fail and her eyes will actually become cartoonishly saucer-sized. Knowing the little woman's strange experiments, it almost seems possible...<br/><br/>"Um... you... but, that shoul-dn't be possible?" The gnome cocks her head to the side, and unconsciously she reaches down to rub her own belly. "Un-less you willed it to be, or some power that su-percedes that of the ring altered the effect of the spell, you should n-ot be able to have a child... Should you?"<br/><br/>The gnome cranes her head over you shoulder to look- and wave- at the small convoy of women at your heels. Tock is squatting just outside the door, but everyone else has come inside and is looking around the room with bemused looks on their faces, but she does helpfully lower the small seedling down to hold it at eye level.<br/><br/>"W-ell, you've certainly been busy... I g-uess I'll have to call out craft-smen again. They h-ad only j-ust gotten the house converted to a big-person size...." The woman shakes her head, but she seems to be amused more than upset; and she looks over to the one-armed dwarf, seeking permission to leave. With a shrug, the man tilts his head towards the door, as if saying "get outta here."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>And so, minutes later, you and your lovers make your way to the foot of Togali's tower... and the diviner is waiting for you on ground level.<br/><br/>"That's quite far enough, ladies..." he says, raising one hand in the universal symbol for "halt." "My tower's enchantments are pretty darn solid, but I don't think it can accommodate a giant half-orc and a full harem of women. Now, then, Miss Sa'ortra, I believe you have something for me, yes?"