<strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>Dirae seemed apprehensive about his plan to open up a hole beneath them, her eyes wide as he began to cast his spell... but when she saw that it not come gushing out and flooding them both, she offered a wide smile. "You're handy to have around." The piratess said as she set down her pouches and some of her heavier gear onto the floor. She slipped off her boots, one and then the other.<br/><br/>The woman tilted her head as he read from the scroll and a faint glow of magical energy radiated from his hand, "Oh." She cooed, smiling as she...<em>presented</em>herself, chest first for his touch spell.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Been awhile... Everything okay?</div></div><br/><strong>Ivett</strong><br/><br/>The Minister ran his hand through his hair and walked away from the sorceress over to a table, picking up what could have only been a glass and bringing it up to his mouth. "Dawa will be fine." He said, throwing his head back with a singular 'Hmph.' as he took a swig.<br/><br/>He sighed when she mentioned Idao, "I hope he doesn't do anything rash... Idao was being truthful, though. No more home-grown monsters." His tone was casual and flippantly mournful.<br/><br/>"Ah." The Minister replied, "Just an associate of mine. He didn't say, but judging from the time he spent away, it was nothing<em>too</em>dangerous."<br/><br/>"Then again," He thought aloud, bringing his other hand to his chin and stroking it between his thumb and index finger, "I<em>have</em>seen him instantly disintegrate a Braxat once."