"I see. You'll forgive m'curiosity, I'm sure... I tend to be concerned when someone looks like an elf and smells like a monster..."<br/><br/>The grig looks between you two real quick, and her back legs chirp a little bit faster.<br/><br/>"A monster, Pearly? Ya sure about that? She don't give off none of the normal nasty vibes..." Now the little faerie seems to be holding onto magic as well, and she looks at you with a different kind of curiosity in her eyes. However, her look quickly becomes certain. "Well, she ain't evil... but there's all kindsa blackness working around in her blood, like little snakes..."<br/><br/>For a moment, the two continue to observe you... and then, suddenly, the feelings of magic around them vanish. For the time being, at least, it seems that you have passed inspection.<br/><br/>"We won't ask you to talk about it if you don't want to, m'dear. Just wanted to make sure you weren't an imp trying to get tricky on us..." The dragon smiles, and waves his wings slowly. You feel a sense of comfort and relaxation wash over you, taking away the fatigue of the day. "Sorry for gettin' so tense on you there..."