"Hmm, massages, now that's an idea I hadn't thought of. Sounds relaxing. You should really give me one some time, help me conserve these potions." Ahnasha commented, looking to Fendros with a smile as she finished off her meal. 

Janius did not have much care for his family, but Lorag was a different story. In his youth, he had been proud of his ancestors and was eager to follow in their footsteps. "You should know my family, lover-boy, you were raised in the same city. My father, Konesh gro-Dalzog, was the best blacksmith in the city. If your parents ever bought any weapons, they probably bought them from him. He was a legion veteran, just like is father, and his father before him. I followed the tradition. After his years of service, he settled down in Cheydinhal. My mother, Gharzal gra-Yurnol, is actually the head of the Cheydinal chapter of the Fighter's Guild, or at least she was when I left. She would be old now, though. She's probably either retired, or dead. Anyway, you had to be around when she was still the head of the chapter. There's no way you didn't know of her." 

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Meesei immediately cast a spell of muffle over herself as soon as Ariel warned her they were closing in. Despite the darkness, she could see clearly over the area, so she took in every detail. She made note of places from which they could approach, or defend easily. Just like Ariel, she cast detect dead to get a sense of where their sentries patrolled. While certainly useful, undead had the disadvantage of being predictable, and obviously not too bright. Still, once they identified a foe, they could be deadly, especially in groups. 

"We will save capturing a skeleton for when we leave. For now, we need a good way in. How many entrances do you know of? Are there any hidden ones they may not be expecting? I don't expect to actually reach the gas now, but we need to at least get a general idea of where it is." Meesei asked in an almost inaudible voice. As much as she liked to be in control of the situation, she had to put a lot of faith in Ariel for this. She would be guiding her through the coven's lair, so she would have to trust the Breton's judgement. As always, however, she would approach with caution, and did not intend to go anywhere from which she had no quick way to escape.