Ahead lies...?

[Anastasia]

Finding them isn't too difficult - they have a base in Mertion to find. It's just outside Empyrea, an overgrown, sturdy cottage off the main roads.

Go ahead and approach as you will.

[Nephrite]

Moore will... just approach! He flies in and towards there and will knock on the door if it isn't already open.

[Anastasia]

The door opens, a lantern archon there. "Hi," a masculine voice says, "Who are you?"

[Nephrite]

"Hello!" Moore greets. "My name is Moore, Duke of Songs of Celestia, and servant to Lord Erathaol of the Hebdomad. I understand this is the lodging of a great many who serve Raziel in song?"

[Anastasia]

"It is," The lantern archon says brightly, "Are you here to for a song? Normally they aren't for sale or demonstration, but you're a Duke!"

[Nephrite]

"I would like to talk to them about a few different things." Moore explains.

[Anastasia]

Also check nagging when you have a sec, please.

"I'll get someone," The archon flips about and bobs in the air, flying back inward.

The woman who emerges soon after is tall. Seven feet tall, broad of body and all muscle. A human and yet her features are odd - eyes too drooppy, jaw jutting out, features dark and almost dumb. Her voice, though? Oh, her voice is lovely, cultured and refined. She wears a blue dress sized up for her, going well with her dark hair. "Duke Moore," she says, one huge hand offered out.

[Nephrite]

Moore reaches out to give a handshake! "It's a pleasure, miss...?"

Take 10 for 107 on either K:A or K:P — is there maybe something wrong here? Curse, maybe?

[Anastasia]

K:N, actually.

[Nephrite]

Still 107 then.

[Anastasia]

This woman has giant's blood. It says nothing good about her likely origins, since most giant and human crossbreeds are the results of less morally inclined giants going on rampages that take female prisoners from other races. It's not 100%, but most are the product of that.

"Sheye." Is the woman's answer, her own grip strong enough to break stone, or at least it feels that way. Good thing you're tough.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Lady Sheye. I'm unsure of the nuances of your group, so please don't hesitate to let me know if I say anything that doesn't work. Please... just call me Moore. This is Jetina." He gestures and nods at the introduction to her.

"She is a healer in service to Raziel. I had hoped to speak to your group about some innovation I was attempting regarding some of my inspirational abilities." He explains.

[Anastasia]

Jetina's hand is taken, her eyes going wide as it's shaked vigorously. "Which is?" Sheye asks, to the point. "I'm no lady, just a warrior, Moore."

[Nephrite]

"I've recently uncovered a way to inspire more direct power into people." Moore explains. "I've traditionally blended my other abilities with the Words of Creation to enhance their effects, but I can't quite figure out the way to do that here. I figured someone may already know how to do that, or, if not, the conversation might give me some insight."

[Anastasia]

"We have a few who use it," Sheye grunts after, "Leaves them half dead sometimes. Must be tough for a little fairy."

"Moore's tougher than I am," Jetina speaks up, stepping forward.

"Yeah?" Jetina gets a look, "You sound like a court bard whispering into the king's ear."

"Fine. Punch me," Jetina invites, "Hit me as hard as you-"

Well, no hesitation on that. Sheye swings without hesitation, going right for her face.

<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 38 > [d20=14]
> roll 1d20 just a 1/crit check since Jetina's intentionally not dodging
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 18 > [d20=18]
> roll 3d8+20
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 42 > [d8=8,8,6]

Jetina's head snaps back. A bit of blood wells up on her lip, which she licks away as the wound heals. "That it?" she smiles, "If you're gruff that's your business, but you won't insult myself or Moore to my face."

Sheye shakes her hand and stares Jetina down, only to look away first. "Thought you'd like it." she mutters.

"Do I look like a courtesan anymore?" Jetina challenges, "I was born into nobility, but I hardly idle about managing lands and peasants."

"I meant the punch," Sheye looks back up, "Tough warrior wanting to prove they're tough."

"....oh." A blink, "I thought you....oh. I thought you were testing us, asserting your authority." Jetina reddens at that, "I really don't like being hurt, I try to fix it instead."

A pause as well, awkwardness thick, "...Giant's blood. I get my blood up and all I want to do is fight." Sheye says.