Hearing Lunari say she was staying at his side made him smile at her brightly, grateful for her assistance on the matter. The thought on removing the piece from Marda's possession got him thinking, he had considered the possibility it might be given to a hunting party but by her words, it seemed more likely the hunting parties were merely sent in the general direction of the target, and perhaps the head demon was following along holding onto the shaft himself. Perhaps so.<strong>"I thought Marda might have a trusted ally, or someone he has in his control hunting after us, leading the hunting party and wielding the shaft like a compass needle, to point the way now and then before continuing. It doesn't sound like Marda would do something like that then, given what you have said. I suppose it might just be Marda himself directing his minions after us."</strong>He sighed faintly. It was a simple answer, and simple answer was occasionally right anyway. No need to create complex plans where a simple one might work just as well if not better. Then his thought turned over to the matter of the object and its purpose.<br/><br/><strong>"A key huh? It could be symbolic, unlocking something within a person perhaps, giving them more power. Though that might be a bit of a wild guess. If its a key somewhere, perhaps having it together will allow it to point a way somewhere that cant be found without it? Or at least cant be entered without it. It might also hold something within itself, a magic power that only unlocks when the key is used the right way? Hmm."</strong>Nirael spoke a few theories out loud briefly, brushing his own chin with his fingertips as he considered the options. There was a high chance it would not be that easy to figure out, but making wild guesses wouldn't help them along much. They'd need the other part first.<br/><br/><strong>"Your father's note would certainly come in handy, answering a few questions. We should try and get our hands on them and figure out what the key can do. Unfortunately I do not yet possess the level of power it takes to instantly transport us from one place to another, or I would attempt such."</strong>He smiled to her at the idea. It took a fair bit of magic to teleport around, and though he hoped to do so eventually, for now he wasn't strong enough to do so.<strong>"I could conjure a horse to aid us in travelling, but I usually only prepare one instance of the spell, and somedays I leave it out of my list of prepared spells entirely. Seeing as you acquired the horses for our escape, I don't think that spell will be necessary for a while at least."</strong>He offered a slightly apologetic smile at that, drawing a deep breath and sighing.<br/><br/><strong>"I will also warn you now that some of the magic I practice has different purposes than simply creating balls of fire from thin air, though I do know that one in case it ever comes necessary. Not too useful against fiends that don't care much about fire, but a minor alteration to it might make up for that."</strong>The idea of demons shouting in sexual heat rather than burning flames of a fireball, hopefully draining them out of the fight, was mildly amusing for the sheer surprise of taking them on with 'fire'.<strong>"I could show you a little cantrip if you will, I would not cast anything stronger than that on an ally without permission. It'll fade in about a minute."</strong>He said this with a smile, and then made a small hand-gesture towards her with his right hand, whispering the elven word for 'lover' in the air fairly quietly, allowing the<em>dirty thoughts</em>cantrip to wash over her figure. He figured she'd resist it if she wasn't willing to try, and he was using a 'harmless' spell as it stood.<br/><br/><strong>"This is meant to be amusing, a little bit of a thrill like a finger down one's back, a breath on the back of one's neck, a lover's hand caressing over one's stomach on a downward trail, another rising to brush on one's chest. It is one to bring to mind the touch of a lover, and the possibilities where things might take one. A simple thing, allowing one's imagination a little more freedom to explore a few naughty thoughts one might otherwise be too embarrassed to even think about, things someone might have wanted to try sometime but felt too conflicted with. To kiss, to caress, and to surrender one's self to the passions..."</strong>His voice took a slightly sultry tone as he offered his explanation, gazing at her admiringly.