Daminor extends his hand in return, grudgingly saying, "Truce. But I'll still tease you all, just maybe not Cerul as badly."<br/><br/>Cerul scowls at his comment, even after catching that he's joking. Seems she's back to her old self, for now at least. "Did you find its lair? anything in there?" "This," Daminor says, holding out the breastplate. "I figured you might want it, Cerul... maybe keep those teeth away, next time."<br/><br/>She eyes the bard curiously, glancing at Draiss, giving him a glare, as if to ask, 'what did you do?' before taking it from him.