<strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>Xeola didn't seem to understand, or care to. She merely kept herself as modest as she could, fearful of being exposed to her compatriots. She looked back when he got himself ready, seemingly regretful that he was departing from her presence. Liah and the two natives accompanied Leander to a central building in the ruins, and he was greeted by the scent of incense and the sight of an aged man in an elaborate headress and jewelry, though no less clothed than anyone else. He was unpainted, presumably too old or too important to be fighting.<br/><br/>He spoke at first in the Yuan-ti tongue. Seeing that his efforts were in vain, he tried another language. This time, it was a form of middle Sylvan, "Perhaps the fey tongue? I am told that you were speaking it before..."<br/><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The half-celestial averted his gaze from the ghost in shame, scratching his head as he smiled consolingly. As she spoke, he offered his complete attention, "Pelor, huh?"<br/><br/>"I guess I should know more about what goes on up there." He said unsuringly, "But Mom refused to tell us anything. I mean, she taught me a little Celestial... But the moment you ask her about another plane and mum's the word."<br/><br/>He shrugged, "Said she couldn't even tell us if she tried, like Geas or something." Rathael laughed, "I guess<em>someone</em>up there likes you, though, undead or not."<br/><br/>The half-celestial bobbed his head and glanced off to the side, "Mom always said nothing but good things about paladins. That they're, uh, the only ones who're really watched. Don't really know what that means... except that it meant that I could do whatever I want." He closed his eyes and laughed softly again, apparently innocent.