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"So I am you elf now, am I?" Nelphean laughed as his voice just appeared to slowly grow closer. "Be that as it may, I-" The voice paused. "Ok, yeah, that about sums the relationship. I am your elf." The warmth of his hands droped on Bastet's shoulders', thumbs slowly massaging her shoulder blades.

(Unseen, unsmelt, and only his voice herd.)

"If only they couldn't see me..." Nelphean's illusion dispelled, and the elf appeared behind Bastet. "Hidding I was, but not from any you have know... That silly mage wont leave me alone..."

"Are we all happy today?"

She made a face like she was thinking about it, "Hm, let me see. I helped crush a man's pride, talked of the particulars of eating children, and was witness to something that could possible anger Aurahkah depending on her mood." She gestured to the ruined tree. "So yeah, I am fairly happy. How are you today my dear Nelphean? Not being left alone does not sound fun."

She listened to Cymarron thinking that it was good news, she hoped anyway. "I guess you must wait for your hunt to present itself. But what if she is aware of you?"

"The ancestors tell Cymarron she is not. She does not think anyone knows of her Hunt...this hunt was shameful or an indulgence she did not want others to know. and if this one knew Cymarron was here for her, why would she still be here?"

He sniffed the air, takign in this other's scent and marking it for future referance. Indeed this manor was becoming the den to a most interesting pack. He scratched around his collar and behind his ears, flicking them once he was done and keeping his unwavering gaze on the couple near him.

Bastet watched the recognition and sat comfortably thinking on the conversation. "Hey, I will have you know there are many gods, at least that is what I have been told forever." She shrugged, yes he was charismatic indeed.

Her ears perked up in question at his insane idea. "Have I told you that you have too much time in your hands? And though it would undoubtedly be fun and interesting, it could also be death. Risks can be fun. Why do you wish to visit another plane?" The smile came back, "I am only expecting everything, and no I have not seen Snow."

Then her mind turned on Cymarron's question, "If she runs, she would know you to follow. Mayhap she wants to stay in this Manor for protection?"

"Yes actually. They let everything else in the world happen, so an atrocity such as that would exsist. But can that truly be put in the same boat as free will?" Hm, another thing to ponder about in bored hours. With a flick of her tail she sat closer to Nelphean and leaned on him.

Cymarron listened to the banter with interest, this elf was some kind of spirit wielder, or something. but he pondered thier questions carefully.

"Cymarron is here seeking one who has cuase Cymarron to be forced from his territory. she is a female, who Hunted in Cymarron's territory and caused her prey's body to become dust, leaving nothing for Cymarron to eat, and not eyes for Cymaron to see through. only a scent. the prey brought spirit wielders of thier own, adn the ancestors had Cymarron leave. Cymarron has tracked the scent here, but the female remains elusive, hidden in the Manor."

"Cymarron will find her. even if Cymarron has to rip down the doors he cannot open. This one will give Cymarron answers, if Cymarron is not allowed to Hunt her. if she seeks safety, she is not known to you perhaps, and then Cymarron will consume her and take her eyes and make her part of Cymarron."

"Cyrmarron, I am lockpick, if you can't open a door, just point and I will open it." Nelphean's eyes glowed bright blue for a moment, demonstrating his dep magical nature.

"You seem to believe in the gods Bastet, why?"