Slippery, Stealthy, Endurance Training; running and aquatic conditions.
Seeing the woman clutch her arm in pain, Aëyr snatched her swinging sling out of the air and returned it to its previous location around her waist. They are intelligent, she mused. They were probably humanoids themselves, and by their perceived height, she made note to aim a little higher than their illusory forms gave away, should it come to a fight.
Of all her companions, she who intrigued Aëyr the most was the sprite, who took to singing for no apparent reason. Cute, she pondered, but a little out of place.
Nevertheless, it seemed to have drawn forth the attention of a young girl. A girl who, for whatever reason, seemed to be working on the side of the lunatics taking control of the town.
The game she proposed was familiar to Aëyr; chess, a challenge of wits and foresight. She herself had learned some of the rules of the game, but she fully expected that were it to come to a duel, she would be at a significant disadvantage.
Luckily, the sprite seemed to betaking some control of the situation. Better she than I.
Still, she might as well make some use of herself. "What rules, if I may ask, shall there be to this game? Are there—" Aëyr stumbled over her words for a second. "Special rules? Or conditions, we must follow?"