[center][h1][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/h1][/center]

So this was what a chwinga actually looked like. He had to admit, watching a trio of them pretend to eat clashed somewhat with the image he'd formed in his head. He'd imagined some sort of trickster-like, whimsical spirit, not this. The tiefling stepped aside to allow the halfling to act - as he said, he wasn't unwilling to try to negotiate with the chwinga before they resorted to more... brutish methods. Especially these ones. Something about them seemed very childlike, Kythor mused to himself as he watched them play-eat. Once they'd talked one of them into helping Dannika with her research, he'd have to figure out some way to make sure that she wasn't abusing the poor things. He might not have sympathy for the denizens of the natural world, but even he saw handing over a defenseless child as an irredeemable sin.

Still, Kythor was cautious. Ideally, they would be able to converse with the chwinga after luring it over. From there, they could sort this mess out between them and the woman whose house they had been rummaging through, and once they take care of that they may be able to convince one of them into coming with them to Good Mead. First, however, they needed to persuade the creature to come closer and listen to what they had to say. The tiefling crouched down beside the halfling, where he slowly held out his hand as a gesture of peace. [i][color=beige]"Come, little one,"[/color][/i] Kythor said, hoping to soothe the small sprite. [i][color=beige]"We mean you no harm."[/color][/i] Although he wasn't sure if these creatures were capable of speech or understanding the Common tongue, he was sure that speaking in a soft, low tone of voice would suggest to the creature that they had no hostile intent.