Status: Skirt damaged, cold iron weapons left down the Spire by the path, under a rock<br/>HP<strong>83</strong>of 83     Spells remaining: 7 of 7 1st, 4 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 10 (+18 in pack) common arrows, 15 silvered, 20 cold iron, 2 Slow Burn, 3 Tangleshot<br/><hr/>Smugly congratulating herself on purchasing a map back at the fort, Rayne took another look at it before rolling it up ... so now she had a place to dip the egg in water, presumably (by the name) with moon radish nearby.  She had just stowed it when a cry, and flitting shadow, caused her to instinctively drop to her knees, raising her arms defensively, then look up and back as the griffon - the male - headed off on its hunting rounds, just as her unlucky predecessor had noted.  Well, she didn't mind benifitting from his misfortune.<br/><br/>She looked sideways to where Deuxion was standing, unfazed by the griffon's flight - and her eyebrows rose, while her eyes dropped a little further to take in the tiny sight.  "Oh!  I... hadn't heard of ... it like that, exactly.  Is that really what I have to..."  she trailed off... this was a perfect solution, and it depended on the pixie's goodwill.  "I... see.  Umm, of course... thank you, Deuxion."  She blushed, but wasn't about to let a little thing like this get in the way ... so to speak, of course.  But really, it wasn't such a terrible thing to do, and to have a griffon... slowly, she drew three arrows from her quiver and set them between her and the lewd little man, staying kneeling.  "So, I just... ok.  I'll just... be gentle, then."  He was tiny, and one finger and her thumb were all she dared employ.  Softly, careful not to squeeze, she brought her fingertips against him, and made what she hoped was a tiny enough movement, barely brushing against him, and she blushed again.<br/>