<strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>Rathael seemed to have attracted some attention while she was away. He flexed his wings to a crowd of bystander in the street. The half-celestial seemed to be showing off to the women in particular. A female bugbear appeared to be quite assertive with him, touching his feathers and making small talk. They would have made an odd pair, for she looked more akin to cat playing with her prey than an awe-struck onlooker. He seemed oblivious to it, just content with the attention she was lavishing upon him.<br/><br/>The Paladins at the gate flanking Ellen paid him no mind, though Ellen could detect a slight amount of disdain from the time they had spent enduring his antics. How very unusual, a man with celestial blood running through his veins was so very unsaintly when compared to these orcs.<br/><br/>"Heeeeyyy!" He called out when the ghost caught his eye. After a short jog, he stood before her with his customary smile, "So... how'd it go?"<br/><br/><strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>"That is not entirely true... It had exerted a certain degree of control over my subjects as well. But I think it could only enthrall them if there was already a strong bond between its' host and those it sought to control." The man explained, "I do not think that they would have ever done such awful things, even for me."<br/><br/>"But I am afraid that the Lords will not so easily forgive me..." Idao said, going over to a chair and sitting down, "I had invited disaster by keeping this creature here. It nearly held Dawa by the throat, were it not for you... Perhaps I was too young to be the Grand Lord afterall."<br/><br/>"Ivette, was it? And you're from the Skyfleet?" He asked, "I remember what the creature pulled from your memories, so I suppose I should count myself lucky that Aeune has such long reach. But I owe you my life, and all of Dawa owes you a debt of gratitude."