Lady Norinthall

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Somehow, seeing this little Kobold get all excited over a mechanical contraption was quite endearing. Ah, she just wanted to scoop him up, bring him home and put him in a butler outfit. Maybe a maid outfit, if he preferred. She didn't judge. Also, Raerae? He was lucky she was in a good mood and also generous. The only person who got to call her any kind of nicknames was her father. Thankfully at least her question had seemed to liven the spirits again of everyone involved.

Ah, why was she so good at everything?

"Huh, interesting. My dad would be veeery interested in meeting this guy." She'd say after Tanrith finished his excited tirade, and after of which, an opportunity seemed to arise. "Hm...if you're that hungry, I'm feeling generous. In honor of our newfound acquaintance, If you don't mind a bit of a trek and come back with me to Sigil, I could have the servants prepare you something and let you stay a night or so at the Norinthall estate. Isnt' that right Arndell?...Arndell!"

Where was her butler anyways?

She was going to ask her father about this whole Tir Na Og disappearing as well. Surely he might have some idea.

Fyodor glanced over at Wynvere when she stated that she didn't mind going first. At first, he considered letting her do just that. But ultimately he decided to do so himself. Ulgad had entrusted the gate-key to him. Fyodor wasn't going to give it away at the last moment just because he didn't enjoy the thought of catching up to that drow Mercykiller. "I'll go first." Fyodor said. "If the Mercykiller is there, I'll meet you on the street." With that said, Fyodor used the gate-key to open the portal and traveled through it.

Upon reaching the other side, Fyodor grimaced when he saw that he had indeed caught up with Zaraknyvr. He passed no comment on this however. Simply passing by as quickly as he could and making for the exit to wait on the street for the rest of his fellowship like he said he would.