Ansalia smiled at Alyx along the table, letting her calf faintly brush the other's through the skirt of the habit.<br/><br/>My, she reflected, but if the tales and boasting of this fledgling realm's lusyt warriors were true, those of the nunnery were, like all "bad habits", too easy to get into and hard to get out of!<br/><br/>"A fine suggestion, sir," she smiled sweetly at Rygel, "Somehow Alyx does seem like an apt counterpart for dealing with monastic monks. I'd be happy to go with you and she. If we've not the means or knowledge for magical travel, Euzephyrus might<em>just</em>be able to bear the weight of the three of us in a flightspeed which I find generally a doubling of doubling of a human pedestrian's pace. If we don't mean being a bit cozy in the saddle. I am, of course, always open to using the means of others."<br/><br/>"As for weapons of silver and cold iron, I typically use arrows of such heads. I find bows apt for such purposes, as silvered weapons are a bit clumsier than others and so I never chose to invest in a magicked one; but when paired with a magicked bow, such arrows can be used cheaply and situationally, you see. Likewise the cold iron, as a weapon itself is difficult or expensive to exchant, but again, when paired with anyone's bow,they make yet-cheap-enough arrows."<br/><br/>Ansalia, by now, spoke brightly on battles of matter, obviously eager to be about upon such quests as these, but by her tone and the way she sat high but far forward in her seat (seemingly oblivious to the deep dip this caused in the front of her green gown, and the precarious hang now of one strap upon its smooth shoulder).