The second seal (Moore)

[Anastasia]

You can hear them chatting away. Canderella says, "That he was so big was really the problem."

Ebony merely raises an eyebrow, sipping her tea.

"I wouldn't know about THAT," Canderella demurs with a smile, "He was too tall to get through the dungeon's doorways without crawling. Any tight spaces were flat out of the question. It rather put a damper on the clear out the dungeon fast scheme."

[Nephrite]

Moore will clear his throat as he gets closer, to make sure he doesn't eavesdrop on anything!

[Anastasia]

"My my, I know you heard that," Canderella calls, "Moore, come on over and have a seat."

[Nephrite]

Moore laughs. "Was it for my benefit, then?" He'll fly over to take a seat. "Miss Canderella, Miss Ebony, this is Goldanariux."

[Anastasia]

"It's really too bad," Canderella laughs, "If Ebony hadn't played it like that, I'd have asked you if you wanted join our discussion about his thing being too big."

"Ahem," Gold simply clears his throat and takes a seat as well.

"Oh?" Canderella looks over, "Pardon, I don't believe we've met. Canderella and that is Ebony. If you're the crusading type, I assure you that my Abyss days are little but pleasant nostalgia now. I serve Talos, so there is no need to breathe fire on me, dragon."

"Hm." Goldanariux meets her gaze with calm curiousity, "The name or eyes that see past lies?"

"Oh, the name. Dragons have the most elaborate names." She leans forward just a bit, "The double a vowel is a giveaway. I've met many dragons who repeat a vowel after a consonant like that in their full names. A quirk of draconic's structure, I believe."

Gold smiles, slightly. "A conversation with a succubus that lead to intelligent conversation instead of dragon fire. How novel. You're a student of languages?"

"Oh, once upon a time. I've forgotten most of it, but the double vowel of  dragon names is a bit of trivia that stuck with me. Malasrena, an old and fiesty red, had the opinion that a dragon without that is an uncultured cur, closer to a wyvern than a wyrm."

[Nephrite]

Moore laughs a little bit at the conversation. "I'm not much of a linguist myself, but I've picked up several over time just because It's hard to sing songs and give people a good story if you can't speak with them."

He glances over to Gold at that, "Maybe I should introduce you as just 'Gold' from here on and let people make their own assumptions. Actually, Canderella, there have to be other succubi out there that aren't all evil, can't there? I don't know, I guess I'm just a sucker for a good redemption story, so I always hold out hope that there are people out there that defy odds."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, I'd rather like to know as well," Gold says, "Even if your taste in dragon friends is poor."

"Oh, I'm making up for it," Canderella says airily, "When Talos moved to Nature's Heart, he gave us all a choice. Become free agents and stay in the Abyss or continue to serve and follow him. Those that chose to go with him were changed. We lost the evil part of our nature. We didn't get anything to replace it, it's just gone. Less a redemption story and more of being a sidelight to divine politics. We're exceptions, but not by our own hand."

"I've heard of Talos and Torm. The scales balance in the end, they cannot be set wrong forever." Gold says, "How many celestials chose to follow Torm's path into the darkness?" Gold meets Canderella's eyes, "How do you like your life without evil?"

As they talk, Moore happens to glance to the side. He sees Surraruthru flying on over towards all of you.

"It's different. Part of me's gone and I've had to learn to live without that. You learn to fill the void, adapt and become who you are. In some ways it focuses you to your core personality, courtesy of a great deal of self reflection. Not all of my fellow succubi are prone to that level of introspection, but even most find time to think in between throwing thunder and lightning around. You overcome it, you grow, you become who you are once more."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru wings in and circles the group, inspecting everyone, especially 'Gold,' before landing next to Canderella.

"Hello." Surraruthru stares at Gold, waiting to see what kind of attitude this 'Gold' will have.

[Anastasia]

Gold gives you a look, "Greetings, Faerie Dragon," Gold says in draconic. ""I am Goldanariux. Is this your territory?"

[Nephrite]

"Hi Surraruthru." Moore says with a smile. "This is Gold --...ah, it looks like you probably know that already..." He trails off, glancing over. "Canderella, I never really thought about good and evil as... mm... parts of your being, I guess. That's a very different perspective that I've never thought about. I'd love to discuss that more sometime with you, if you don't mind."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru snorts and replies in draconic as well.

"No, this place is crowded. Baelruk, Arrel, Hope, you, and me. I'm working to cut out a section for myself, though. I used to have a grove on Lifasa, with my family. I plan to create a grove here. I am Surraruthru. I see you've met Moore. He's quite the industrious one."

[Anastasia]

"Crowded," Gold agrees, "Busy with humanoids and spirits everywhere."

"Oh, we do keep busy," Canderella also agrees, "You don't really understand it until you have it, Moore. It's like describing eating to a creature without a mouth."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Goldanariux, I've come to ask you for a favor. I know you're newly arrived and have no real cause to help, but I'm short on time to convince you. I need information on a daemon."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods to Canderella. "I think I understand at least the basic concept, anyway. It's probably more in my nature to be care-free, for example." He glances over at Surraruthru and Gold's conversation and decides to not let them know he can totally understand them.

"I wonder what an angelic succubus would look like." Moore says with a bit of a chuckle. "It's an odd thing to think about."

[Anastasia]

"There's one over in Brightwater. Her name's Mial, she curates a gallery," Canderella says, "She looks like a succubus as of now, but that might change." She considers, "Physical transmutations happen, but succubi are already beautiful, unlike many fiends."

Gold inclines his head forward and replies in draconic, "I will hear you out. What fiend do you seek?"