Thalya Balworth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90729)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/d51733c7-212f-4bfc-ad58-a6d67e51b00c.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Thalya did not look back, hoping that Al’ Rhayel would make the right choice.  So she was somewhat disappointed when the druidess did not follow.  It was just her, Alyssa, and two brave souls from the Esmeralda that are off to see the Mad Mage, and possibly to rescue Norton–who might be a prisoner right now.<br/><br/>All the while, the sorceress did not take heed of their trek into the island’s wilds, her mind focus on her nephew, conjuring up worries on the possibilities of his fate, that she failed to notice Alyssa and the others expectant guidance from her.  Only when one of the crew members mentioned something about will-o-wisps did Thalya snapped back to the situation at hand.  It was at this point also that Trube made his appearance and reassured the group of Norton’s well-being and would serve to guide them to where his mistress and paladin were.  So the mage is a woman?  That did not reassure Thalya one bit.  This made her wanting to head there in haste, for who know what she is doing to her nephew, being a woman and all.<br/><br/>While their encounter with Trube should have ended with him leading the group to his mistress, the satyr–taking the opportunity that afforded him–went about in subtly imploring for an unusual and unexpected request from the party.  If Thalya did not know any better, the satyr seems to wish to indulge in some carnal tribute from either her or Alyssa.  Satyr are notorious for their voracious sexual desires towards the fairer sex particularly humans and elves, and Trube is no exception.  He has even<em>threatened</em>of leaving the group to their own devices, dashing the chance for a quick and direct route to the Mage’s tower if his request, as he puts it, is not met.  Before Alyssa would further protest, the sorceress gestured to her that she’ll deal with the man-goat.<br/><br/>“I’ll humor your request, sir satyr,” Thalya began, breaking with a confident smirk.  ”Let it not be said that beauteous visitors to your mistress’s island have not a sense of gratitude toward its gracious host, and to her servants.”  While she is highly concerned for Norton, Trube is making things harder for them, which the sorceress sees no end to it unless they give in to his obvious demands.  Besides, in spite of all that has happened to them of late, she has been irking for some...release.  She wonders what it would like doing with a man-goat hybrid; now is her chance.  “So how do you wish to conduct it?  Trube was it?  While I do not mind a demonstration with a captive audience, I believe you would wish it to be done in a more secluded manner, hmm?”<br/>