Hesitation suddenly struck Eliza. She was equal parts shocked that she managed to get through to what seemed like a raging, caged animal and dumbstruck at the prospect of continuing this diplomacy successfully. Her attempt at negotiation was a hasty and impulsive one, and yet it worked. From there, however, Eliza was lost. But to her luck and immense relief, the kindly jester of the crew stepped in to make matters lighter. With a riveting speech no less. One that urged Eliza to rush for her notebook and hurriedly scrawl the words down on the nearest bookmarked sheet. She nearly had it all down before she quickly understood the sensation of one's spectacles fogging over their vision. 

Blindly, she walked forward along the ship's railing, arm extended and waving side to side. This was something most of the crew would soon see, because as suddenly as the fog appeared, it was swept away by the ferocious winds of the sea. It was at this point that the gnome found herself face to face, so to speak, with the supple rear end that projected the obscuring cloud, her extended hand a mere inch from accidentally groping Koan's backside. The arm shot to her side, Eliza's posture rigid, as her choked up throat garbled up a blurted, [color=f7941d]"Hi." [/color]

With her face firmly painted a bright shade of pink at this point, Eliza pressed on past the woman to be more or less at the Theullai's nose. Stowing her mark-addled notebook into her Haversack, Eliza pawed up at the top edge of the railing. With some struggling, she managed to shimmy her petite figure over the side of the ship, parking herself on the edge with her legs dangling overboard. She hadn't a care of falling, as she knew very well that if her grip failed her then she'd have no issue reappearing on deck only a little soggier than before. 

From this vantage, more or less at eye level to the wolf, Eliza addressed her would-be prisoner. [color=f7941d]"Now, don't be mean or I'll have to stuff you into another one of these,"[/color] she bade warning before a mere flick of the wrist dispelled the ethereal cage around the Theullai. [color=f7941d]"And to the business at hand..."

"What's it like up there in the Water Plane? Who or what charged you with guarding this Gate? Do you know why this Gate stands here? Are the drakes your friends? Do you like petting?"[/color]

[hider=Fog Cloud]As mentioned in the [i]Fog Cloud[/i] spell, the effect is ended after being dispersed by winds any stronger than 10 miles/hour. As ruled by the DM, [@Gordian Nought]'s [i]Fog Cloud[/i] ends after roughly ten seconds (1 or 2 rounds).[/hider]