Toria's delicate dark eyebrows arched at the Dryad, a bit of wonder, and acknowledgement of the beauty (whether envy or interest or mere curiousity) dancing in the golden irises themselves. "I do practice magic arcane, as it happens, though of a more specialized sort than some...there are a few boons I can avail the rest of you of, such as invisibility - perhaps useful for the final approach to an enemy's lair." As she spoke she tugged a very light but covering cloak from her pack and offered it to the apparent dryad. "...or such as freedom from restraints and being grabbed, the ability to climb sure as a spider, or to move and attack move swiftly. Speaking of that last, you all seem to sound agreed on our next stop?.."<br/><br/>Just as Cecily was finding on her leisurely approach, Eveningstar's estates (a generous term) mostly betrayed more modest means as the town petered out at its fridges, but along the east bank of the Starwater leading out of town were a small number of well-spaced houses of leisure. Only one could rightfully be described a 'grand estate' as it had been, and helpfully enough had a gilded H in the arch over the gate in the running spiked iron fence. The column-porched residence proper was ringed upon its grounds by a few of the trappings of aristocracy: a small stable and riding-corral for a horse-obsessed teenage daughter perhaps; shrubberies snipped into the shapes of lions or bears of magical beasts(and a glimpse of a hedge maze around the back, with an undergarment dangling from a branch at one of the exits); a fountain with marble nymphs and cherubs dancing about them; rosebushes to immaculately cultured they could only have been stylized either by overworked laborers or a sexually neglected noble wife needing a outlet. (Or perhaps some 'overworked' laborer<em>was</em>the outlet of some otherwise-neglected wife).<br/><br/>Marble statues<em>of</em>guards flanked the double front doors, but no living guards themselves. Toria knocked. There was a sound of some small piece of furniture being moved just behind the door, and then a narrow eye-slit opened, and not even all the way at that: enough for sound to carry through, but not for actual eyes of any butler to be seen.<br/><br/>A voice from within, male but high-pitched, came, "Eh? Unwashed visitors? No thank ya, kindly, whatever 'tis, we 'taint buyin'! Kindly leave the Huntsilvers in peace, savvy?"<br/><br/>Arival and Kelsey would notice that the voice had the tint of smallfolk, probably a halfling - not a very common thing at all for a door'man' in Cormyr. And almost all the adventurers before the door would note something else in the pitch of the voice; the tone of a fraud and a liar selling smoke.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The gang seemed to be agreeing on where to go next, so...<br/>Also, as Cecily had last been posted as hanging about town and then traveling on the path to the estate (but not trying to go all the way there) I am inferring the others catch up to her, as it were (and the geography being what it is, would almost certainly pass by her.) It is up to everyone whether they initiated any conversion en route (introductions, realized they had common cause - perhaps recognized one another from the temple).<br/><br/>