[h3]Hyselia[/h3]
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"Why not?" The lamia's voice was cool, lazy, and carried a clearly mildly amused tone. "It seems as though I certainly can." She flashed a small teasing smile, the coils around Rylia tightening slightly. "Besides, it looks like you could have used the help seeing over this throng of over eager louts. Or would you prefer flailing around and uselessly asking to be let through when you clearly know its not going to work?" Hyseliea mused idly as she'd turn to face the job board seeing that it had thinned out slightly thanks to the work of the guild workers.

"I don't think the stew would help, Ingvarr. I don't know if even my mother could help with her inadequacies." Still carrying Rylia, Hyseliea slithered over to the job board, inspecting the available missions with idle interest, Petes comment ignored for the most part.

coincidentally, Rylia was being pulled closer to the Lamia's body as the coils grew tighter around her.