<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9b/Yulafractae.jpg)</div><br/>The feel of Chezseth's leggings against her soft skin is mildly distracting at its worst, but it proves to be a minor distraction in the end. She breathes a sigh of relief as they manage to avoid the beast of the lake, the tiniest of smirks forming on her features as the most dangerous area of their journey is passed without incident.  It only occurs to her<em>after</em>she takes notice of the pair of drow shielding their eyes from the globe in the sky, that they might have some form of light sensitivity.  "Right, we can deal with that. If you'd like, you could just work in the night, where our world will be much more forgiving for your eyes.  I've no doubt that a pair of talented guards such as yourselves will find employment easily, and if anyone brings your race into question, I will be all too happy to vouch for you." She promises with a smile, despite the worry gnawing at her.  She keeps thinking back to her escape, to the words of the voice that escaped the orb. She'd released<em>something</em>, but what?  If this ended up being harmful in the end, then she'd have to take care of it.<br/><br/>Finally, they reach landfall, with Yula guiding the drow and the lightweight canoe.  With a grand flourish befitting a noblewoman, she curtsies and waves an outstretched hand to the city just barely visible in the distance.  "Welcome to the land of Brondolor!  We make for the city of Heaford, and should arrive by nightfall.  As the first overlander you've met here, allow me to also be the first to welcome you to my home.  If ever there is something I might do to make you more comfortable, speak the words!"  She turns her head to peer at the setting sun, that wonderful orange globe lowering itself to give way to the moon. "Now, let us be off!"