[center][h2][color=teal]Gwyneria[/color][/h2][/center] Honestly, Gwyn wasn't sure what Gravous was trying to accomplish, but it seemed to be working and she was perfectly willing to leave the talking to him since she barely was able to convince a [i]barkeeper[/i] to tell her what she needed. She held her tongue and started imagining an otherworldly maiden both beautiful and serene yet violent and dreadful and in all ways powerful that could be Calypso. A priest might need to summon his goddess at some point after all or she would seek retribution for those who tried to harm her priest. Or no, not a full image. That would be too costly and she probably couldn't pull off the proper voice without being too obvious. But gods and goddesses had been known to possess the mortals beneath them. And as the only girl here... Yeah, that would work. Make her eyes look like complete silver, make it appear like her hair was going wild, drop her voice an octave, darken the area around her except for flashes of light, simulate a thundercrack somehow, and she might just be able to pull it off if Gravous took advantage. Maybe she could use her ice? No, the sound wouldn't be similar enough. For now, she'd just have to follow Gravous's lead on what to do next even if it did lead to them dining with the crew. She shivered. The looks were going to be worst there, she just knew it.