The two women had dressed while Nirael was in the bath.  They looked at him then looked at each other.  A wide grin creased Lunari's lips, though Nilari remained stoic.  In fact it was she who addressed the issue,<strong>"If what Mara has said to us was true, and violence is difficult in this place, I suppose there is little need for arms and armor."</strong><br/><br/>Lunari nodded, and now a light tittering giggle spilled forth,<strong>"Indeed, is this a message to send to the village, that we have nothing to fear any longer?  Should we follow suit?"</strong><br/><br/>Nilari chuckled then and added with a light tone in her voice,<strong>"Birthday suit you mean."</strong><br/><br/>Lunari laughed openly then and said,<strong>"Who knows, with how popular our man is right now, it might start a new fashion trend among our people."</strong><br/><br/>Nilari, again quipped,<strong>"Or lack of fashion trend!"</strong>And with that, all control was lost.  Both elven women began to laugh, maybe a little at Nirael's joke, but certainly good naturedly, and not in malice.  Yet, even as they laughed and giggled, they pawed at each other's clothing, pulling at it, joking about how wearing clothing was so 'last plane' and the like.  It seemed if Nirael did nothing to stop them, they'd likely strip down as well.