<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sydney she could not find, but Phelypsis saw the cuddly delver she had grabbed under arm struggling with confusion. She channeled her worry to help steady Eisa. "We slept inside," Phelypsis explained, "but they wanted to ambush us." Eisa didn't have to know the fine details of what had went down right now; not when they had bigger concerns heading their way. Phelypsis took a moment to stuff her tits back into her tunic as the white dot grew. It grew a bit fast for comfort. She had to hurry and one nipple cot caught awkwardly against a seam. Grumbling, she Phelypsis accepted the discomfort and drew her blade.<br/><br/>"What do you mean wrong? It's just a shiny paladin?" Phelypsis said, questioning her own words. Still, if the paladin indeed was mighty and wrong, then it would follow that defeating it would bring glory. Phelypsis' grip on the sword lost its tremble at the thought, but in her armpit flapped to the wind the fragile canvas of a painting. Her ears drooped back down. They really shouldn't fight. She really shouldn't get them any deeper in one.<br/><br/>"Okay. Where to? Where do we go if not towards the paladin? We aren't fighting through puny hooman villagers, so where?"