The eunuch nods, pulling on the broken nose a bit, straightening it. "Da zmaller ones aren't tha har' to drive ov. Jus use some fire." He sneezes twice. "Ah. Better. But the efforts of our two Exalted leaders are needed to drive off the bigger ones if the field's not up. Now if only some of their kids would take the second breath..."<br/><br/>You're given a once over by the eunuch. "Tho the master or mistress will doubtless say this, but the world outside's a dangerous, different place from what you're useta... whatever you're called."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Entrance...</div><div class="spoiler_body">will only happen if you don't have something more you want to say/try and pull.<br/><br/>One of the Exalts rushes in, treading flame and smoke. A few of the mob give a semi-military "SIR!" in response to his approach. He's dressed in typical Realm fashion, which is to say dripping with jade. Heavy plate that he treats as spider silk clothes for all it weighs upon him. A daiklave of blended jade. "Welcome, welcome, to a small slice of Malfeas brought to Creation! I'm Methe Mirar Muno. You are?"<br/><br/>It's a credit that he's not staring at you. </div></div>