Piav says nary a word about the goat/alpaca thing, looking as innocent as she can, while controlling the instinctual swish of her tail. "Curse. Trap. Six of one..." She shrugs. "<em>Fate guide your hands</em>." That has the intonation of magic - and the brush of her fingers as Lydia passes her - and then, Piav backs well out of range, putting Øystein between her and that door.<br/>"Most likely, it is pure decoration, considering the tales told of this place." She points out. "I will think on it some - it may be you are right."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/>That'll be Knowledge: Religion, with a side order of 'demons, why did it have to be demons', please.<br/>Spell cast: Guidance on Lydia.  </div></div>