<strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>The blurry atmosphere and warped architecture of the ethereal plane straightened out before his eyes as Dexter resumed his usual form back within the relative safety of the wizard's tower.<br/><br/>Dirae was waiting for him, all of her loot apparently gone, presumably stuffed into one of her magic bags. Indeed, the study seemed quite thoroughly stripped. "Find anything, Dexter?" She said, an added emphasis on his name.<br/><br/><strong>Oona</strong><br/><br/>"Hey, some of us are born to be artists." The gnoll began, leaning back and shrugging, "Or architects. But some people are born for the games, so does it really matter why?"<br/><br/>"If you think you're up to it, well... I might be able to sponsor you." He stroked his lupine chin in thought, "We can't have you audition here, though... I do have a practice arena in my home across the river."<br/><br/><strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>The spheres of energy twirled from the woman's fingers in an arc and then struck the tiny beast dead-on. It squeeled as itss tendrils vacated her body. The worm succumbed to gravity and fell down onto the floor, cringing tight as it suffered a swift demise.<br/><br/>After the sorceress spent a few moments collecting herself from the near-enthralling experience, the natural duration of the tentacle spell came to an end and both Idao and his bodyguard were freed.<br/><br/>"Please forgive me." The young aristocrat said as he tended his heavy bruises from her first magic missile spell, "I have done something terrible."<br/><br/>"Milord!" The captain of the guard cried out, stepping forward hesitantly. He stopped her, ordering the woman, "Go and release the nobles and their ladies."<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">You forgot damage, but it would have been more than enough.</div></div><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>"Had you been a feral spirit seeking to consume the living..." The goblin said matter-of-factly, "The paladins would not suffer you to live before setting foot in my chambers."<br/><br/>She waited for the ghost to finish explaining her duties, "I see. Were it in my hands, your employer would not be permitted through these lands... Yet the Matriarch desires our peoples come closer, and sees a profit to be made by these Games of yours. If she deems it so, then it is by Her divine will."<br/><br/>The priestess rested her cheek on her hand and drew circles upon a pillow with her finger. She seemed quite bored... Had she spent the whole day in these chambers? No wonder they had such rituals. "Necessity, hmm? Well, if it is in the games or somewhere else, it is my hope that your journey will allow your spirit to rest, sister."<br/><br/>"It is a tragedy for one to die before her time, but it is a far worse fate for one to never rest."