The drowess hissed as Kass tilted her chin up, and studied the bardess's facial expression thoughtfully for a moment in silence. She then growled with a fury that seemed directed inward more than at Kass, she spoke, her words stilted as if she resented speaking every one. "So goes it. The man who developed the spell was anyway a Zhentarim, not originally one of own fellowship...Firion, lover of darksister Leila, who is surely with him now, in Arabel seeking suitable...points of origin. Whatever steeple they might be seeking or inn they might be retiring to, well, they are hardly stupid enough to've told us even if they had decided ere they departed."<br/><br/>She looked into Kass's eyes a moment more and begrudgingly added, "You may be sure they'll seek belfries and tower spires and other high places for the spell. When not no scouting, I know only that Leila has a tongue for drinks of mint and an eye for the finest lingerie. The humors of Firion I could not speak to; he was never truly one of us and here briefly and scarcely."<br/><br/>Kass would sense no deliberate misdirection, and Aria gave a slight shrug to indicate she read the same.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>lol yes, we're quite rich now; and roughly on part with WBL (wealth by level for 'starting' PCs) for where we are in XP (almost/around 21)