<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/Neeral.jpg)<br/>Neeral (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1428855)</div>Neeral's forked tongue slipped out from between her teeth as she concentrated on the lock, but eventually it disengaged with a satisfying click. "Well, that wasn't a cheap lock, but it wasn't world-class either. Looks like we're in."<br/><br/>She touched Tamari's shoulder gently with her clawed hand, silently thanking her for her support. Like Tamari, Neeral knew that her tribe would never have accepted their friendship - to them, gnomes were not even fit to be slaves. But Neeral's life had taken some very unusual turns, and the old ways simply could not help her in her new life.<br/><br/>Neeral held her breath as she looked into the tower. A sculptor's workshop was certainly not the first thing she expected to see. She jumped back in startlement when the woman in the green dress appeared, and scuttled behind Taran. "Somebody else want to talk to the lady?" she asked nervously. She croushed down and kept her eyes on the floor and the furniture in the room, feeling relieved that the psychic lure of the tower had faded.