Lirrah would have jumped at Kayliss' sudden appearance had she not been carried, but let out a surprised squeak anyways. What an awful thing to do to a woman who had just been scared half to death! Lirrah was enough in control of herself at this point to mask her venom, her expression remaining unperturbed, but she took a silent note to gouge the woman ever so slightly later.

Kayliss disappeared just as quickly after delivering a couple of opinions, and as she turned away, that doll was quickly thrust into Lirra's tiny arms bu the Hundi. The doll was maybe a little over half her height, but it was light enough for even her to carry. Gisela reassured Lirrah, but she wasn't exactly a calming presence.

[color=f49ac2]"I... I see,"[/color] murmured Lirrah, examining the doll, [color=f49ac2]"she's rather cute, isn't she? I do not know what [i]p[/i]enefits you speak of, [i]p[/i]ut you [i]are[/i] the expert."[/color]

At least the mage knew of magic, even if she had the social grace of a wet dog shaking itself dry in the sitting area.

[color=f49ac2]"I will care for her, then. I do not plan on pushing myself any more tonight, after all,"[/color] she continued, looking up at Cadmon who was apparently growing uncomfortable with the daisy chain that was beginning amongst his 'cargo'.

Cargo. Lirrah didn't like that designation. It made her feel like dead weight. Like something so helpless it had to be carried. Well, maybe that was the case, but Lirrah was feeling well enough not to burden the noble any longer. She was going to complain, but her words seemed to have stirred some memory in the young man, and Lirrah listened intently to he and Velvetica.

She did not like what she heard. She knew, of course, that her wanderlust would take her to scary places too, but they seemed so far away. Slavers. A people whose tradition was so unlike her own and the Veltans that she could scarcely believe that a cultural moral scale could swing in quite that direction. It seemed awful to her, and abominable to the others as well. Still, when Urden said she could keep the coin, Lirrah somewhat self-consciously pocketed it. The gold of slavers spent all the same, and even one gold piece was not an inadequate sum.

Ila-Nem had always warned her people to avoid scary things, almost like a doting mother. Lirrah wondered if she was disappointed in this troublesome child, who was so quick to flee her bosom that she inadvertently ran into some of the scariest things in the world in a single night. A punishment? A lesson? Lirrah considered this for only a moment. It was far too narcissistic, even for her. Lirrah gently prodded Cadmon, hoping not to offend.

[color=f49ac2]"Lord Demet, you... may let me down now. When I said I would not push myself any more tonight... I think that includes fighting slavers. I will [i]p[/i]e fine. If you would like some explosive flasks to scare the horses, I have a few left over. I will [i]p[/i]ill the Lions for them later. Oh... and the acid I carry is good against armored opponents,"[/color] Lirrah said, unintentionally beginning to ply her wares once more, [color=f49ac2]"it gets in [i]p[/i]etween plates and [i]p[/i]urns through leather and cotton. Most heavy armor cannot [i]p[/i]e easily removed [i]p[/i]efore incapacitating pain or death, so there is almost no way for someone in heavy armor to get it off of their skin."[/color]