"Uwahhhhh~" Spivey wailed in mock anguish as she was hugged and smothered against Yazhu's ample bosoms, putting up only a token struggle.<br/><br/>"Hey, let the Lyrakien breathe!" Sandra chirped in at last, coming to Spivey's rescue. "Courtesy between fellow professionals," she winked at the fairy-like creature, "by the way, aren't you supposed to have those beautiful Desnan butterfly wings?"<br/><br/>"Oh, those would be my Varisian brethen. They need wings or else people won't believe why they can fly, but in Tian Xia the power of zen meditation is just as good as explanation!" Spivey took a cross-legged sitting pose, hands clapsed in prayer - while hovering in mid air. "Calmdownmustresisturgetodiveintothatcleavage..." she muttered under her breath to herself like a sutra.<br/><br/>Suddenly she snapped her eyes open again, "Oh yeah, I have a message for your Boss lady. Didn't see your ship, but this is what I've got for you."<br/><br/><em>Hidden away on fall's date,<br/>Sealing seal sealed with two keys,<br/>Find them through the standing gate<br/>Of what was and what's to be.</em><br/><br/>"What else is there..." Spivey put her hand on her chin. "There're a bunch of birdmen in the ruins of the castle... corbies is what you call them I think, if you could clear them out that'd be great. And if you recover a phylactery dedicated to Desna inside, that'd be perfect! I'd go myself, but the birdmen aren't the most friendly hosts..."