The tall man with the Tymoran smile nodded his head, "Oh? Capital; for I am afraid that those sorts of skills might just be called for. But let me speak elsewhere," he glanced at the stone wall off which his voice echoed, and gestured while traipsing up the east hallway, through doors whence it spilled into the arcades riding the orchard behind the sanctuary. The fellow spied a stone bench and sat, almost meditatively.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>The redhead smiled and blushed very slightly, favoring Arivel's compliment with a shallow shadow of a curtsy (she had not nearly enough skirt for an actual one, so it largely consisted of dipping her head and bowing her mostly bare legs briefly). "Our gracious thanks; perhaps later, then, you might offer us greater guidance on how to please the gods with such displays or uses of their handwork."<br/><br/>"You may well be wise that we ought spent a night or so to rejuvenate ere moving on to find other, shall we say, endeavors which are not beyond our own ken. Ofttimes have the Huntsilver patriarchs been backers of or other endeavors, and we have stayed at their country home hereabouts when the family themselves are not home. Not the more important members of the family, or stricter of their house staff, at any rate." She smiled at the man. "It can get crowded otherwise, we might have to go double."<br/><br/>Her twin laughed lightly and added, "Or triple."<br/><br/>"So it is!" the dark-haired man swept an arm ceilingwards, nodding to he and Randal, "I should feign ignore the medical recommendations of a priest such as ye."<br/><br/>When the quiet, coal-gray-black garbed redhead moved towards the seated blonde, he waved her with a gauntleted hand and grumbled, "I'm'a rising, I'm'a'rising." He cast another healing spell upon himself, and rose with fine posture and balance now, refusing the redhead's arm.<br/><br/>His shorter, more garrulous compatriot seemed eager to answer Randal and Arivel, "There exists no offered reward that I know, more's the pity, but then again we weren't asking around in Arabel about any<em>green</em>dragon, so perhaps some highnose or even Lady Lord Winter," he referred to the leader of Eveningstar, whom it was nigh impossible to stay long in the town without having heard of in passing, "Has in fact offered some reward. I have also heard that the hide of any dragon fetches a princely price, for the crafting of shields and armor. I suppose you might ask around town if you feel the mettle and courage to try where we failed. Either way, the beast was beyond us, and is all yours if inclined! And dragons being dragons, one might dare hope it has a hoard which is reward enough, hey?" He gestured for his companions and any who desired to follow, caught one of the front doors with his foot as some town tanner came in through it, and gesticulated enthusiastically in an over-the-head wave in his own direction as he danced down the outdoor stairs. "Long and wide as a greathouse it was! Why-"<br/><br/>The dark-garbed redhead, following alongside the slow-moving but steady blonde armored man, shook her head and snickered slightly. The flamboyant fellow hastily corrected himself, "Well, I suppose its body proper was no larger than that of the stronger horses you can imagine clopping along underneath a Purple Dragon Knight. Rather lean and feline, in fact. But its wingspan made it seem several times over that, so to its snout-to-tail-tip, as if flew overhead. Once it landed, it struck with all four of those extremities, and both foreclaws besides. Although it never breathed upon us, it did, when first it demanded its tithe, seem to melt or corrode several streets with a breathed blast of liquid to drove home the point. Save for the illusory or transmutive disguise as a copper-scaled dragon which it let fall, I saw it use no magic, but am given to understand that some wyrms do?"<br/><br/>The same redhead who'd referenced 'magical erudition' nodded with a sour twist of her usually-pert lips. " 'Twas part of our reasons for seeking it!"<br/><br/>The man continued, "Our information in Arabel indicated it laired in the foothills of the Stormhorn range to the north, and from samesaid loose-tongues in that ever-rebellious city I availed myself of landmarks enough to lead one right to it, which I don't mind jotting down. Curse me not if the talk turns up bum, though; those yappers didn't even get the color of its scales right!"<br/><br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>"Ahh!" the blonde seemed not-unpleasantly surprised, and as Dev'lan invited her to disrobe, her hands went almost subconsciously to her own torso. "I myself shall be treated to a bath then...such a respite. As you bid, m'lord." She unclasped a belt with a dagger and several pouches of the sort favored by spellcasters, and small backpack which barely changed the shape of her torso, then untied her robes in a few places. She peeled one side of the front of the cloth away from the other. It all hung precariously from her smooth shoulders for a moment, then dropped slowly and pooled about her ankles.<br/><br/>Beneath, she wore only a snowy white corset, which was not overly clenching and left the impression that her waist would've been scarcely less slender or her breasts perched less high without it, and panties which, as she turned away from the elf, covered none of her small firm buttocks, only the cleft between. Tossing her hair back, she favored the elf with a look over her shoulder, and mentioned, "Don't get the impression that I'm not flexible enough, and then some, to unlace the back of this myself, but if you'd be so chivalrous to lend a hand or two, it does go faster..." She bent forward ever so slightly to place her palms against the far wall.