[center][h2][color=DarkOrchid]Iris[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Iris was rather impressed with the group, especially the Behemoth. It was easy to see that he did most of the work when fighting the swarms and he was also able to heal the Wooden One. Speaking of which, the Wooden One seems to be amazing at healing. Although Iris was not injured from the fight, even she felt like she was healed somehow. Iris was starting to get even more excited, knowing that she could potentially be working with such capable teammates. She hoped that she also made a good impression on them, as she has always longed for praise-- something that was never given to her by her old master. 

She followed along, quietly as she contained her enthusiasm. The food that was served to them was decent, but as the Wooden One passed on the wine, Iris decided to do the same. Maybe they had noticed something wrong with it? It wasn't much of a loss for Iris as she wasn't much of a drinker anyway. 

When they finally reached the Princess, the Wooden One, who had appeared to be the most urgent, spoke first. Then the newcomer who arrived with the children spoke next. Their words were harsher than Iris had expected, but she always believed it was best to be honest. She did think that it was easier to judge a kingdom than it is to rule one, but she left that thought to herself. 

Iris didn't have anything to add that wasn't already said or known. The humans of Dale may have already faced the consequences of her people trying to revive Old Nimbus. And while she did not agree with what her people were doing, she couldn't fault them for it either. But she had hope that regardless of the intentions of the Summon or the socio-political implications of it, that a solution could be found that benefitted everyone on Aesithas.