<br/>Ansalia permitted herself a light laugh when Rygel suggested they let the monks get a taste of the monsters they might protect them from. Well aware that many around this table had a more...flexible set of mores than herself, she replied with more thought to his self-interest than her own preferences. "Hmm, it'd be a shame if the lumbering brutes damages any of the minds, magics, or machines of the monks which may be key to their agrarian efficiency. I'll at least give them a chance to play nice."<br/><br/>She replied to the longcoated woman with a look in her eyes, pointedly drawn down over her body then back to the eyes, an unspoken recognition of her seeming beauty and charm. "Don't suppose you'd care to try a touch of your own, mm? You sound more familiar with monastic orders than myself, and who knows what diplomatic angles would best cater to their tastes."<br/><br/>After Rygel's thoughts about order, Ansalia asked elderly Espin, "Have we a sense of the distances of this sources of intrigue? How thinly we choose to spread ourselves for simultaneous efforts might depend on how much time our traveling would entail." She glanced around. "Unless someone's inclined to teleporting magics and we can gain enough sense of a destination by scrying or other means, of course."<br/><br/>"Failing magical movement, my favorite steed can bear a few folk fairly swiftly in flight, and there seem to be a few others of us who assume the airs of birds." She smiled sweetly at Shihouin, "or bats."<br/>