In the far corner of the shop, surrounded by turntables, buckets and ovens is, presumably, the Godsmith himself – an elderly Eeee sporting a long gray beard and wearing a potters apron and shorts. He carves away at a lump of clay with various wooden tools, pausing every so often to curse and argue with the object he's working.

"You know, the clay doesn't care what you call it," Alptraum points out helpfully, and as a way to get the strange man's attention.

"Well," Arkold says as he takes a slow look around, "I've been jus' about everywhere, done a great many things, … But I've never been to a Godsmith." He drinks in the novelty, stepping further inside. "See anythin' familiar, Mave?"

The elder Eeee turns his head (which actually creaks a bit) to eye the 'customers'. "Oy, yer a mixed lot. All together?" he asks.

Mave eyes a four-armed Eeee woman figurine in the front display. "Hmmm, household gods. Older buildings in Babel have them, sometimes."

"Unfortunately," Alptraum admits with a shrug. "They wanted to see what you made here."

"Can't read the sign, eh?" the old Eeee says, then cackles in laughter.

"Well this is certainly all very interesting," Tulani states as she follows the others into the shop. The Sphynx pauses to look at some of the finished objects on display.

"I think my family worshipped the shekel," Arkold tells Mave offhandedly. He bends over to examine a particularly busty house god, nodding slowly. "I can see the appeal."

"Ain't just reg'lar gods neither," the old man says, getting up from his stool and hobbling over to the wall full of ceramic boxes. "Won't find these in many places," he says, waving an arm towards the items.

"No, they wanted to see what a Godsmith made," Alptraum remarks and resists the urge to grab the bat's beard and tie it around his muzzle. He then heads over to see the ceramic boxes to see what they are.

The boxes are… boxes. Each one has about a cubic foot of space, with the open end facing forward. Many have simple doors as well.

"You have made a box. I'm impressed," Alptraum deadpans.

Straightening, Arkold joins Alptraum to see what the elderly shopkeeper is about. "If I were a god, eh, I'd 'ave words if someone crammed me in a box," he remarks, eyeing a box. Aside to Tulani, he adds, "Not that I'm not a god."

Tulani stifles a chuckle at Arkold's comment before examining some of the bases, peering at a raised pedestal base.

"What, something like, 'Get me out of this blasted box before I curse you and make your happy place burn with fire?'" Alptraum whispers to Arkold, then elbows him.

The Godsmith huffs, and says, "You all be daft, not recognizing a genuine god-box." He then storms off into the back room, muttering about foolish foreigners.

"You got it," Arkold answers Alptraum. He glances at the departing shopkeeper, then asks, "Think we were a bit 'ard on 'im? People are defensive of their traditions. Won't be makin' any friends aroun' 'ere if we laugh at 'em."

"I think you upset him," Ravenia comments.

"What is a genuine god box?" Alptraum calls after the crotchety old man. "We've never been in these lands before."

A moment later, the Godsmith returns, carrying a mug in his hand. He thrusts the mug out to Alptraum, almost defiantly.

Alptraum takes the mug and then looks at the man expectantly.

The mug is cold. Very cold. The water inside even has flakes of ice floating in it.

"'Vengeance is best served cold,'" Arkold recites, eyeing the cup.

The black and white Sphynx frowns slightly before smiling at the older Eeee and asking, "Do you make a lot of household Gods for people?"

"Geh, this is a bit cold," Alptraum complains. "What's it for, outside of having a cold drink?"

"Of course, I've made them for every house in the town and pastures," the old Eeee says proudly, smiling to Tulani. "Sometimes two or three." He then scowls at Alptraum and says, "Cold keeps things fresh, laddy. Food, fruit, vegetables, blood and ice cream. Try that without a god-box!"

"Oh, so it's a box that keeps things cold! Then why's it called a god box?" Alptraum has to ask. "That makes it sound like it's for holding statues."

Arkold glances at Mave, asking, "Is any of this familiar to you? 'ate to say it, but I don't have a lot to say about religion."

"Yer friend here ain't too bright, is he?" the smith notes to Tulani. Then explains to Alptraum, "Gods is cold, see? Everyone knows that. The god goes on top of the box, and keeps things cold along with doing his god stuff, see?"

Mave just shakes her head to Arkold. Phlagaea continues to look at the various pedestals available.

"Obviously," Arkold says, grinning slightly. "You 'ave a lot to learn, Bats."

"Forgive him, Elder," Lilith tells the old Eeee. "He is a gypsy, and isn't familiar with the ways of people who have land and homes."

"Gods haven't been cold in my experience. Well, cold emotionally, but not physically," Alptraum notes with a shrug. With a glance to Arkold, he dips a few claws into the cold water, then flicks it at the wolf.

"Eh? Well, the boxes work with ghosts too," the smith notes, nodding to Lilith. "Gypsies got ghosts, don't they?"

The wolf blinks through the water, then shakes himself out. "Some gods are cold," he mutters. Then, with a grin, he adds, "And some gods are warm," to Mave.

"Only in stories," Alptraum notes. "Most of the time we're fortunate to not be shot by the locals."

"Small gods is cold, just like spirits," the smith explains. "They chill the air around them. Haven't you ever met a ghost?"

"Oh, I've met a few, yes," Alptraum admits and things back to the many he's met. "What do you think would happen if I put the knife in one of those?" he asks Arkold.

Tulani smiles at the smith saying, "My parents have a small household idol at home, but I don't think it's quite as nice as the ones you have here. How much do you usually charge to make them?"

"Ohh," Arkold breathes as it sinks in. "Huh! I could 'ave used a god on Abaddon. That planet is 'ot as Hell. Plus, that one in the window's cute." To Alptraum, in whisper, he replies, "E's one o' you, eh?" The Jupani taps his ears. "Can't answer that, now. Later."

"Well, that depends on the recipe little miss," the Godsmith says, smiling brightly at Tulani. For all his age, he still has all of his teeth. "Just a plain idol is twenty shekels. A pre-seeded one can go up to fifty, but if you have your own seed it's only thirty."

"By seed, you mean ghost?" The Jupani quirks a brow, curious.

Alptraum gives Arkold a funny look, then just shrugs. "Would you say you know all of the local gods and legends?" the Eeee asks the older Eeee.

The Sphynx frowns slightly, looking apologetic before asking, "May I ask what exactly you mean by seeded? My parents got their idol before I was… born… And I've never actually seen a Godsmith before."

"Well, a ghost or a spirit," the smith replies to Arkold. "Ghosts is usually for shrines, but they can grow into gods depending on your relation to 'em. And I keep records of all the gods I make, too."

"Huh." Arkold nods slowly, as if the answer were taking time to really sink in. "Uh-huh." He nods a bit more, then glances at Alptraum. "Guess we know 'ow that 'death insurance' plan works, now."

Looking to Tulani, the smith asks, "What'd it look like? A god, or a person?"

Alptraum nods to Arkold and looks a bit ill at the thought. He peers under his worn jacket at the gourd he was asked to carry. "Is this really the fate you folks wanted?" he whispers quietly.

"Ah, you've got a spirit gourd," the smith says, spotting Alptraum's action. "So, you're here for a shrine then?"

"I was asked to carry it for someone," Alptraum says quickly and closes the jacket. "Though I was not given explicit instructions as to where, other than the castle."

"Funny, you don't look like a boatman," the old Eeee says, squinting at Alptraum. "I can see yer face, for one thing."

After a few minutes of thought to remember, Tulani answers the smith. "It looked like a God I do believe. It was a Rhian. Except he had wings, and talons instead of hooves." she thinks a moment longer… "Sort of a simple God not especially fantastic in creation. But neither a simple person."

"I guess it's not a bad end, if you 'ave a family to watch over," comments the wolf, sounding a little sad.

"I'm not a boatman. I'm … well, I probably shouldn't say, really," Alptraum says quickly. "Anyway, you know a lot about local legends, I would guess. We found a couple interesting artifacts we're trying to identify."

"Wings eh?" the smith says to Tulani. "Could be a shrine. Your folks have any Rhian kin or close friends?"

"Artifacts? What sort of artifacts?" the old man asks. He seems to have noticed Mave and Phlagaea now, and is sounding distracted.

"Those are two friends of mine, Mave and Phlagaea," Alptraum says by way of introduction. He digs around in his pouch to produce the torc. "Well, this, for one."

Tulani flicks her ears slightly before saying in a tone edged with humor to the shopkeeper, "Ah… my parents are Rhians. I'm their adopted daughter." She sounds slightly embarrassed at not having thought that the idol might have been to a previous family member or friend, but smiles.

"Priestesses," Arkold explains. He takes Mave's hand, saying, "This is Mave, and the green one's Phlagaea."

Alptraum elbows Arkold, having not wanted that little fact mentioned.

Arkold shrugs at Alptraum in a 'what?' sort of way.

"Priestesses?" the Eeee asks, looking confused. "Well, your family may have gotten that idol to help you fit in then, missy, if they got you young. Or it may represent a wish, and you're the fulfillment," he tells Tulani. He glances at the torc, and says, "It's pretty, some sort of head or neck piece, yah?"

"I would presume so, yes. We're not quite sure what it is or where it's from," Alptraum answers. He then slips an arm around Phlagaea and answers, "Priestesses of some Goddesses from another city."

"That's right," Arkold confirms, slipping an arm around Mave in mirror of Alptraum. He manages to look vaguely innocent about it, as well, for he eyes a nearby statue as if it were the most common thing in the world.

Tulani smiles at the smith's explanation of what the idol in her home might have been for. "I'd never even thought of that. Thank you sir," she says, nodding.

"Hmm, don't suppose you ladies would like to model for me?" the Godsmith asks, seeming to refer to Mave, Phlagaea and Tulani… and possibly Ravenia too. Only Lilith is left out.

"I guess we're not cute enough to model," Alptraum notes to Arkold, then grins.

Blinking at the suggestion to model for the Smith Tulani makes a who me? look, one of her ears flopping down slightly.

"I'm satisfied with watching," Arkold tells Alptraum. "Maybe you could buy a god of your bat, eh?"

Alptraum's brow raises. "Quit reading my mind," he says.

Mave asks, "What does it pay?" while Phlagaea seems a bit flattered.

Arkold grins. "See? God." He taps his head, as if he hid all the secrets in the universe in there.

"Why don't you model too?" Alptraum asks Lilith.

"Oh, err… pay?" the smith asks, apparently not expecting that sort of question. "Don't usually pay models… "

Lilith just looks at Alptraum, then says, "I'm ordinary looking, that's why."

"Consider it advertisements for your temple you want to start," Alptraum remarks to Mave. He then gives Lilith an odd look, then says, "I don't consider you ordinary at all. You're very attractive."

"I second that," the wolf agrees, smiling at Lilith.

"See, wings is popular," the smith notes, gesturing to Tulani's wings. "And ti-… uh, full figures is good too," he adds, nodding to Mave. "And I ain't never seen someone wrapped up in bandages and jewels and all green like that before. That's new. New is always good."

"The three of you put together would make for a dandy god, I reckon," the smith concludes.

Tulani chuckles at the thought, but nods in definite agreement, "Well! It would certainly be an interesting sight to see, that's for sure!"

"Then you all are going to model. Arkold and I will watch. Isn't that right?" Alptraum says with a glance to Arkold.

Arkold shifts, turning to look back at the displayed gods. "So, these gods are all bits an' pieces of models, put together?" He glances back and nods to Alptraum, replying, "Wouldn't miss it."

"Sorta, yeah," the smith explains. "It's tricky to get them to match up proper like, which is why it's nice to have a reference. I can offer you a god in exchange, how's that?"

While the bartering goes on, Alptraum slips back to stand closer to Lilith. "I've been meaning to ask you this, but are you glad to be going home?" he asks in a whisper. "You seem somewhat subdued here."

"I'd be fine with that. A God in exchange would be great! And to be honest I'm quite curious as to how this combination turns out," Tulani tells the Smith before turning to Mave and Phlagaea, "What do you two say?"

"It's been awhile is all," Lilith whispers back. "I was really starting to like adventuring – it's more exciting than spying."

"Well, you would be welcome to stay with us," Alptraum offers. "I must admit it's nice having another vampire around. I don't feel, well, as such an odd one out."

Mave asks, "I would like an idol of myself in exchange, as well as the god." She smiles to the smith, turning up the Yodhinala charm. He may be old, but he still blushes a bit. "Ah… why, I'm sure that's fine, milady… "

Phlagaea jumps in while the smith is under Mave's spell, saying, "Same for me too, please!"

"Sooo," Arkold turns back to examine the line of gods, until he pauses before returning his gaze to one he looked past. "Huh. I think someone said somethin' about that one, before," he points at a busty female Vartan with blonde hair and a lupine upper half. "I 'ave to wonder abou' the 'air."

Alptraum leans over so he can see the statue. "Dear Gods, that looks like some hair stylist really hated her and decided to ruin her chances for getting a date," he comments.

"God of vengeance for someone murdered," the smith tells Arkold, once he's recovered a bit from the women. "So… ah, two idols and a god then. What sort of god would you ladies like?"

It's Arkold's turn to elbow Alptraum. "Blonde 'air is a quirk of my family. I jus' wonder if one o' us was this way. If they're 'ere, that'd make things uncomfortable." He leans forward and squints at the statue. "Who was 'er model?"

Alptraum ows and rubs the spot he was elbowed. "Anyway, think on the offer," he whispers to Lilith, then goes to look for more Eeee-like gods.

Tulani seems to be thinking about what sort of god statue she'd want as she looks at the ones on display for inspiration.

"Oh, that's an old template, classic," the smith notes, waving a hand. "Getting a bit more popular with the war going on, sorry to say."

The statues all seem to be combinations of various creatures – that is, known races. Notably absent are ones based on Vartans, Nagai or other races not common to Sylvania. "Do you have any dragons?" Phlagaea asks, getting an odd grin on her muzzle, which is the part of her face least obscured by bandages today.

"Whew. That's a relief. I thought I 'ad to worry," Arkold says, sounding as relieved as he suggests he is. He leans back, eyes the statue a moment, and then looks on to others. "I wouldn't mind an idol of Mave. Ravenia too, while you're at it," he adds.

"What?" Raven asks Arkold, still looking a bit uncertain about modeling.

"Well, at least they don't have me somewhere in here," Alptraum mumbles to himself. He then grins towards Raven and says, "We don't really need an idol, we have her. That's much better than a statue."

"I have to retire some day. I like to remember people," Arkold insists.

"Aw, that's sweet of you Arkold," Tulani notes with a chuckle.

"Eh, a dragon for a god?" the smith asks. "Don't think anyone's ever asked for a dragon before. I've got no model for that."

The Sphynx looks at the statues a moment longer then turns to the smith. "I'm not sure what I'd like for a God. Can I tell you after we've finished modeling."

"You're welcome to worship me in person, Arkold," Ravenia says. "Maybe I'll retire with you then, if you pray hard enough."

"Why are you asking about a dragon god?" Alptraum asks and heads towards Phlagaea. "And heh, pity I couldn't get Kaira to come out and mod-… er. Heh." Alptraum says, then catches himself and starts to look around.

Arkold tilts his head, ears perking. "Very tempting," he says, after a moment. And, he sounds quite serious.

"Oh, certainly," the smith replies to Tulani. "Choosing a god takes some thought, after all. How long are you in town fer?"

Phlagaea just grins to Alptraum. "Well, your dragon is the only 'small god' that I know of," the green priestess says.

"True. He could make one if she could model for him. Not sure that's really possible, though," Alptraum says to Phlagaea. He reaches down and absently taps the hilt of the spirit dagger with a claw tip, then comments quietly, "Is it?"

Tulani frowns slightly at the smith's question. "We're here until early tomorrow morning I believe."

"Do you like burnt food offerings, or wine? I'm partial to wine," Arkold inquires of Ravenia.

"Wine is good, chocolate is better," Ravenia says, tilting her chin up. "Maybe a cigar now and then."

"I should write this down," Arkold considers aloud, nodding slowly.

"Hey, would you like a dragon model?" Alptraum asks the Godsmith.

"Hmmm, I'd need to start as soon as possible then," the smith notes, and asks, "Are you all busy right now? I could maybe get through the modeling in an hour." The man then just stares at Alptraum. "You got a dragon in your pocket or something, lad?"

"Something like that," Alptraum says, "Do you want one?"

"O' course," the man says. "Ain't no smiths got a dragon model in Draco County."

Alptraum walks over to Tulani and whispers in her ear, "Draw the sword. Once I'm standing a distance away. Its boost can help Kaira appear." He then steps several feet away and comments to the old man, "Okay, just don't panic or anything… "

The Godsmith crosses his arms, and gives Alptraum an 'I dare you to shock me' look.

Blinking at Alptraum the Sphynx flicks an ear, replying, "Really? Well, ok." A moment later Tulani draws out a long, cloth-wrapped bundle from where it had been stuck in her belt. Once unwrapped she is left holding the ornate sword, the 'Light of Nala'.

"I really should see if I can find a scabbard to fit this while we're in town," Tulani murmurs.

Alptraum pulls his own dark dagger and then nods. "All right, let's see if this works," Alptraum says and closes his eyes. The Eeee thinks one simple thing, "Showtime, Kaira."

"Are you sure this is wise, eh, Alp?" Arkold asks, sounding concerned. "I mean, that thing and her?"

"In here," Arkold adds, gesturing to the spirits nearby. "Pre-seeded, eh?"

"We're about to find out," Alptraum notes with a shrug. "As long as she doesn't start poking statues with it, it's likely fine."

With both blades drawn, a blob of color appears on Alptraum's forearm, then fills out into a three-foot-long version of Kaira, feathers and all. The Godsmith blinks, but Mave, Lilith and Ravenia cluster close to get a look. "So, that's what it looks like?" the elf-woman asks.

"I expected it to be… bigger," Lilith notes.

Arkold shrugs, looking around to the various gods as if pleading, 'what can I do?' He shakes his head, then looks back to frown down at Kaira. "He really doesn't talk to himself. I know it's 'ard to believe," he remarks.

Tulani waggles her free hand at Kaira in a small wave.

"More or less. She has other forms. Some are huge," Alptraum remarks. "I prefer her smaller. It's a bit disconcerting to be talking to something that can eat you in one bite."

The mini-dragon hops off of Alptraum and lands on the table, finding a suitable pedestal to pose on. "Hah, I deserve to have an idol made after me," Kaira proclaims.

"For her remarkable humility, of course," Alptraum adds.

The old Eeee bends down to get a closer look, rubbing his beard. "So, you want an idol for this dragon god then?" he asks.

Frowning more, Arkold leans over … then tries to tickle the dragon's chin. "Kootchie koo!"

"Ack!" Kaira says, and nearly slips off of the pedestal. She's actually pretty solid feeling, if a bit weightless.

"Did you think I was making her up?" Alptraum asks Lilith, Ravenia, and Mave.

Tulani steps a bit closer to the group while holding the sword off to the side, "You should make a very nice statue Kaira," the Sphynx notes.

"Ha, she's almost solid, too." Arkold tries to scoot the dragon around the pedestal. "It's nice to be bigger than the dragon, for once, eh."

"Hey, watch the fingers, Grabby McLechwolf!" Kaira complains.

"Can the dragon be left here?" the old Eeee asks.

"Quit poking my dragon… " Alptraum warns Arkold. He then tilts his head and asks Kaira, "How long will you be manifested?"

"Oh, but it's fun. After Vorgy I have pent-up dragon malice to work out," Arkold insists. He rubs Kaira's head with a finger, then leans back, grinning. "How times change."

"Depends on how long you and Tulani stay close," the little dragon says. "Or I could bite Arkold here and get some blood, that would keep me going a bit."

"Bite me," Arkold warns, "an' I'm bitin' you."

"I suppose I should start with the ladies then, since they'll go quick," the Godsmith says, and retreats behind his counter to pull up a clay model of a female Khatta, along with some bits of thin wood. "Tulani it is, yes?" the artisan asks the Sphynx.

The Sylvanian Sphynx nods as her name is asked. "Yes, that's right. You said you wanted to model my wings? Do you want me to spread them a bit, or keep them folded?"

"And don't think you can go summoning me up for some perverted fantasy, wolf," Kaira grumbles to Arkold.

Alptraum goes to stand near Kaira while the smith works on models. He asks Phlagaea, "Why are you getting an idol of yourself? Part of the temple forming?" He then grins and says to Kaira and Arkold, "Can I summon you for that, Kaira?"

"You're a wee bit small," Arkold replies, straight faced. "I like my women bigger. Above four feet tall."

The smith sets a stool out a few feet from the back wall, and motions Tulani over. "Can you spread one and fold the other?" he asks. "Just sit here facing the wall, and take off your shirt. Nobody will see." He then picks up a small tarp, and prepares to hold it up as a screen.

Phlagaea says, "Well, I may be able to get Gorphat to bless it with her presence."

"You know, she's one of the Goddesses I never met," Alptraum notes to Phlagaea.

"No, you have a bunch of girls already," Kaira says to Alptraum. "And I can be as big as needed, it's just more convenient this way."

"I was just kidding, you know," Alptraum notes to Kaira.

"Oh, well, I'll have to consider my perverted fantasies, then," Arkold says, still straight faced.

Walking over to the aforementioned wall, Tulani waits for the smith to hold up the tarp before undoing the ties of her shirt and slipping out of it. Sitting and positioning her wings as requested, "Like that?"

"I have so many, eh," Arkold adds, winking at Alptraum.

"Yes, that's just right!" the smith says. He sits behind Tulani, with a small table in front of him with the basic Khatta model and his supplies, and then gets to work. Bits of wood become a framework, and then he starts applying clay to fill out the wings.

"As long as none of your fantasies involve me, you can have as many as you like," Alptraum says with a grin. Turning to Phlagaea, he asks, "Have you ever met Gorphat?"

Lilith kneels down and holds a hand out to Kaira. "I'm Lilith, pleased to finally meet you," the Eeee says. Kaira puts a paw on Lilith's fingers and shakes. "Kaira. Thanks for keeping Alptraum out of too much trouble."

"So I can borrow the dagger," Arkold tells Alptraum. He grins down at the little dragon, and rubs his chin in mock-thought. "Mave, help me out 'ere. What could I do with my own dragon?"

"I met her in the dream realms," Phlagaea says. "She almost acknowledged me, even. She was a bit… listless. But that's how she is."

Tulani just sits still, trying not to move her wings too much.

The Yodhinala looks to Arkold, and suggests, "Light my pipe?"

"No, I said your fantasies couldn't involve me," Alptraum answers with a smirk. Then back to Phlagaea, he says, "I never met her, just saw her. I met Rephath, though."

The smith is fast. The wings are already fleshed out, and he begins to carve in the details of the feathers and back muscles.

"A bit bland, but I suppose … " Arkold grins widely, then tries to pat Kaira again. "All in the name of fun, dragon. Wouldn't bite me, though. You know where I've been."

"Not sure I'd want to meet Her," Phlagaea says, then glances at Mave, who doesn't comment.

"I could set your pants on fire, you know," the dragon warns the Jupani.

"I thought we were avoiding kinky fantasies," Arkold replies, raising a brow.

"Rephath? She wasn't so bad. We had a good talk," Alptraum remarks. "I'd be more afraid to meet Gorphat, considering our, well … involvement."

Turning to Alptraum, Kaira says, "You shouldn't beat yourself up or feel guilty about your past anymore, Alptraum. Clearly, Arkold is here to torment you until your karmic balance evens out."

Alptraum snorts and looks like he's about to burst with laughter.

Arkold smiles at that, nodding. "I like to think of myself as a blessin' an' a curse," he agrees. Winking at Ravenia, he adds, "For you, a blessin'."

"Well, Gorphat isn't known for being picky about her lovers," Phlagaea admits. Kaira then pipes up, "Did you tell Arky about the succubus yet, Alptraum?" The green bat's eyes go wide at this, and she looks questioningly at Alptraum.

"She has lovers?" Alptraum asks, sounding rather surprised by that.

The smith turns his figuring around, and gets to hold the sheet again. "You may put your shirt back on, Miss Tulani. I need to get a frontal view of your wings now."

"There wasn't much to say about her," Alptraum says with a small shrug. "She hit on me briefly and Kaira scared her off. To be honest, I completely forgot about her."

"Oh yes, there are lots of stories about them," Phlagaea says. "Granted, she never has the same one twice, for obvious reasons… and… well, she usually gets them because one of the other Sisters wants to play a joke on a mortal."

"Alright then." the Sphynx murmurs to herself before slipping back into her shirt and turning around to face the Smith, repositioning her wings again.

"I'm not quite sure how to take that," Alptraum admits. "What does that make me?"

"You didn't mention this succubus, Alptraum. Where did you meet her, again?" The wolf's ears perk.

"Nowhere I'm ever taking you," Alptraum says and grins at Arkold. "It's far too dangerous for you. It's almost certain temptation."

"I'm a fan of almost certain temptation, but it's not as good as certain temptation," the wolf admits.

"You are my consort, not Gorphat's," Phlagaea says.

"For you it would have been certain temptation," Alptraum says.

"Although I could also get more, I suppose," Phlagaea says, eyeing Ravenia and Arkold.

Arkold actually steps back, as if to hide behind Ravenia. "Let's run away together, while we can," he mock-whispers to her.

The smith's wooden knife flicks and sweeps, carving out the feathers at the front of Tulani's wings. Then, with a flourish, he turns the model to face Tulani. "What do you think?" he asks. The wings do look more natural than on the other models, especially as he was able to get the muscles correct.

"Well, as long as she never asks to borrow me," Alptraum says walks over to Phlagaea. "Did your other priestesses have consorts?"

"Run off? But it could be fun," Ravenia teases.

"You saw them, Alptraum," Phlagaea says. "Making love would just be too much effort for them."

"Ah, good, then you don't have any stories to compare me to," Alptraum says, grins, then winks and nosebumps Phlagaea.

"Believe me," Arkold begins, actually whispering now, "when you travel like I do, with interests like I have, you learn who not to touch. Priestess of Disease: no."

Tulani takes a look at the statue as the smith turns it towards her and claps her hands in delight, obviously impressed, "That's very good! I cant wait to see how it turns out when you finish." the Sphynx says as she gets up from the seat.

"Would you really want Raven?" Alptraum asks Phlagaea, head tilted curiously. "I didn't know, well, she's a woman and you're a woman and, heh.

The smith takes the figure and puts into an oven to dry, then motions for Ravenia to come over. The elf-girl blinks, looking nervous, but does come over and sit down. "I just need to model you head, lass," the smith explains, taking a raw lump of clay and working it into a human head shape.

"Rowr," Arkold says in a deadpan voice, glancing between the two women.

"Oh, I'm just teasing," Phlagaea says, but does cast her eyes towards the human. "It's just that she has that little mouth and nose, and you wonder about the smooth skin… "

Arkold nods appreciatively to what Phlagaea says. "Eh, I guess we do have somethin' in common after all," he tells her.

Alptraum laughs quietly. "But she's missing the nice fangs, sharp claws, and all the other pretty bits of being an Eeee," Alptraum says. He then pauses and has to admit, "Though, I do see your point."

On the stool, Ravenia blushes but doesn't change her expression, not wanting to throw off the artist.

"Humans are very good lovers," Mave explains. "Very sensitive skin, makes up for not being groomable."

"Much experience with them, then?" Alptraum asks Mave.

"So you … ," Arkold glances at Mave, then walks over to her. "We'll 'ave to exchange stories some time. I'm goin' to write, and … " He hooks her arm, then whispers in to her ear.

The Yodhinala just smiles enigmatically.

"I haven't had any outside of my roll as her consort," Alptraum notes, then playfully nudges Phlagaea.

Lilith pouts, and tells Tulani, "When we get to the castle, you and I are going out and getting some guys of our own."

Tulani gives Lilith a silly smile saying, "I'm with you on that. We seem to be missing out on all the fun."

Ravenia is finished soon enough, as the smith only needed certain details of her face and ears. He waves to Mave, who walks over and nonchalantly drops her clothing. "I assume you want my full figure?" she asks the shocked Godsmith, who just nods and reaches for more clay without taking his eyes off of the woman.

"It's worth rendering," Arkold remarks offhandedly after Mave strips.

"Hey, what about me?" Kaira asks Lilith. "Umm, you might be harder to match up with someone," Lilith says, apologetically.

Tulani stares a minute herself… but not quite so shocked considering it is Mave we're dealing with here. "Well… you certainly are well endowed… " the Sphynx notes in the Eeee's direction before looking elsewhere.

Arkold just smiles away, watching Mave. "She's a woman after my own 'eart," he tells Ravenia. "Not that you aren't," he adds quickly. "It's just I appreciate most women, because I'm supportive of women in general."

"Isn't there some dragon you could meet up with where you normally are, Kaira?" Alptraum asks the dragon, then can't help but watch Mave briefly, then shake his head. Thinking of something, he asks Phlagaea, "Would you like it if I asked Mave for some advice on being a better consort?"

"You'd make a good bra then, Arkold," Ravenia says, watching Mave as well. She unconsciously crosses her arms against her chest.

"Bah, how'd I get him to follow orders after that?" Kaira says to Alptraum. "You and I are in the same boat, Alptraum. And it's just not right for a bat to have knockers like that."

"When I die, I'll 'ave to have my spirit put in a bra, then," Arkold agrees. He reaches over and pats Ravenia's arm, consolingly.

"You know, that might not be a bad idea," Phlagaea whispers to Alptraum. "Probably a lot of money in transferring men's spirits into lady's underwear."

"Well, if I ever find another dragon I'll introduce you two. Or maybe to a Naga. Do you like snakes?" Alptraum asks Kaira. The Eeee then pauses and scratches his ear. "I once had a normal life," he says quietly to himself. "Now I'm being asked the monetary value of transferring souls to undergarments. And trying to find a scaly date for a dragon who likes to reside in my head. It's like a terrible novel. If someone wrote this, no one would ever believe it."

Phlagaea says, "There's no money in mutant romance novels. And as for getting advice from Mave… well, I'd rather train you myself… "