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The half-elf wizard would have fainted a second time once he saw the draconic face of Taraah, but his full attention was more focused on more pressing matters. His eyes widened to the size of saucers and his mouth inadvertently pursed inward tighter than a Veracuvian Merchant's purse strings during the day of tax collection. His eyes were locked on none other than the red-haired traveler but, more specifically, at the maid uniform she wore. It had been the same one from the lemon incident a while back. Minnow had promised that she had disposed of the outfit...not well enough it would seem.  But he was thankful that she played dumb convincingly. Even he would have been fooled if he didn't know any better. Regardless, he'd have to have a conversation with the night elf innkeeper regarding why the outfit was hidden instead of being turned to ash and scattered to the four winds. But that was a story for another time.

Rudolph blinked erratically as his consciousness deemed it was time to return his attention back to the rest of the world. There was something about a rescue, a princess, a friend, and a dragon. Letting out a steady breath, he pretended to had been in contemplative thought regarding the task at hand rather than in a stupefied state from seeing the maid outfit once again. [color=steelblue]"Ah yes...I suppose I'll partake in it. I only planned to deliver potions to our local enchanter today and return to my home but this is a more pressing matter."[/color]