<strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The goblin stared dispassionately into her pile of bedding and pillows. She seemed transfixed on one... flaky white stain, rubbing it to try and remove it from the blanket. Were Ellen still a woman of corporeality, she may have felt very uncomfortable sitting in such a place. Still, none of her words went unheeded.<br/><br/>The ghost's words actually seemed to break her attention away from the splodging upon her sheets, "So... a group sponsored by the Theocracy?"<br/><br/>The priestess paused, contemplating it, her golden eyes darting off to the side in thought. "Yes... What a fantastic idea! It was truly Her will that you were brought to me on this day."<br/><br/>Astonishingly, the once cold and impassive priestess smiled, her lower canines exposed, "We could sponsor the Paladins. Yes, true exemplars of the faith. They should set an example the younger goblins will want to follow." The priestess stood up, her full height equalling Ellen's as she sat. "Very well, Sister. I will not keep you, but If ever you find yourself in this city again, do not be afraid to seek me out. You have given me much to think about."<br/><br/><strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>The woman paid her no mind, intent on accomplishing the task she was given. Despite everything, her loyalty was unshakable... even if the Grand Lord seemed to be doubting himself.<br/><br/>Idao frowned as he pulled his robes back over his chest and began to recount the details, "About a year ago, I had hired an adventurer to find me a creature known only as a Flesh Harrower. It was... a peculiar beast, like a leech with countless teeth, blades upon its' tail and a body as large as a halfling. It also had powers over the mind, something non-magical. To my delight, I had found that she was bearing young."<br/><br/>"But I couldn't find a mate for it after the egg hatched." He sighed, "So I sold the mother to a game runner in Blackbridge and kept the little one. I thought it was strange that the creature's offspring bore so little resemblance to the mother... but I see now that although her youngling was not as physically powerful or large, it had its' own strengths."<br/><br/>He looked down at the corpse of the small worm, "It appears to have traded the teeth and jaws of its' mother for stronger mental powers... I suppose it was about a month ago when it beckoned for me to release it ...and I could not resist. So when I picked it up... well, you can see the result."<br/><br/>The Grand Lord looked away, unwilling to show his now very vibrant and handsome (if not also guilt-ridden) face to Ivette, "I must have caused you so much trouble."