<strong>Kaguya</strong><br/>When Kaguya walked into the main dining area, every eye in the room turned to her. For some, it was a brief glance of curiosity. For many others, it was a lingering gaze that made the exorcist's clothes feel much more revealing than they truly were. One table surrounded by men of various ages, in particular, stared openly as though she were completely nude and that was frightening enough on its own. There was an empty table at the other end of the room and she made it about halfway across before one of the waitresses stopped her. The young linowan woman stood in front of Kaguya, saying something in rapid Forest-Tongue, and insistently handed her a pitcher of some strong-smelling alcoholic substance while pointing at the particularly rowdy and lecherous table several feet away. Before the confused foreigner could explain that she was just borrowing the attractive uniform and didn't really work there, the serving woman was already scampering off to take care of some other duty.<br/><br/><strong>Fluttering Starfall</strong><br/>The matriarch was all too happy to spend some time learning one more song from her increasingly affectionate guest. After showing that she knew it well enough to perform the whole thing without help, the older woman commented with a broad smile. "What a lovely song. Is it about you, by any chance?" Regardless of the vocalist's reaction, the conversation moved on to Golden-Eyed Jorst and his significance to the Linowan people. "Golden-Eyed Jorst watches over us and gives his divine approval of our war against the Haltans. He resides in the Temple of Joy, a great hall that none but gods and the extremely clever can find. Anyone who locates the temple will be welcomed with open arms and provided any entertainment they desire. Fine drink, games of chance, pleasures of the flesh, poisons of the mind, and more. The only thing Jorst will not allow is violence in his sanctum and those who attempt to quarrel there will find themselves quickly banished, never again to sample the joys held within." An amicable-sounding god, to be sure. That still left the question of Starfall's role in the performance, however.<br/><br/><strong>Savannah Moon</strong><br/>The man was confused when Savannah Moon fled from his gentle touch. Then his face depicted something else when she turned him toward the door. It was an expression she knew all too well from her upbringing as a slave, and if the woman was still having doubts about his station in like, that was more than enough to make it clear. He began to trudge for the doorway with a pitiful, terrified look. It was the look of a slave who knew their masters would be disappointed, and that he would pay dearly for his failure. Perhaps his touch, or at least his presence, could have been tolerated while she bathed. He'd already seen everything by then, and if the mortal woman was learning anything from her wing leader, it was that her body contained nothing to be ashamed of.<br/><br/><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/>The young man continued to listen intently as Whispers continued. Something changed in him as she mentioned and explained lamellar, though. His eyes focused solely on hers, ceasing their occasional dips down her pleasing form and he spoke with an intense obsession. "Lamellar... I've heard of it. A breastplate composed of a series of interlocking horizontal bands. Early accounts of Linowans against soldiers in it referred to them as men in iron alligator skin." He rattled off information like some sort of living book and his father was starting to take on an expression of concern. Nonetheless, the youth continued. "By any chance... Did you capture any of these suits for yourself?" Looting bodies after a victory was a common practice for Linowans, as it was one of the few means they had of obtaining metal. What they did capture was usually smelted and used to make several wood-hafted weapons. Axes, spears, arrows, sometimes a reinforced buff jacket.