"It's not fear. It is respect for a power far greater and ancient than what I wield." Lazheros said.

"Fair enough," Irzen hunched his shoulders, "Still, I sense there is a story behind your respect for the Seelie Court. But let me guess, you don't want to share that story with me at this time, do you?"

Mandur snapped out of his trance as did his men, "Oy! That was...ah..odd at best, Grand Cleric."

Alyson sighed and turned towards the shield maiden, "Serna, uh maybe...just be careful on how you ask certain questions in this region. You know because of how War Scribe gets when battles happen."

"Oh-kay?" The Shield Maiden replied uncertainly.

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"Validor! You possessed me--AGAIN?!" War Scribe looked down at her change of clothes in pure dismay, "WHITE is NOT my color!"

Suddenly the Drowling cooed mischievously, "OOOOOoooo! I feel an assassination is drawing near! I simply MUST record it! But first, a change of clothes in order. It's winter in The Free City of Greyhawk and it simply would not do to wear white during winter! Muuwahhaa!"

With that said, War Scribe disappeared from view in the blink of an eye.

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With that said Puck snapped his fingers vanished and reappeared once more in front of the others, "So that pesky being everyone calls friend has been sent elsewhere. Duty calls for someone of GREAT importance, wouldn't you agree, master drow?"

Irzen raised an eyebrow of concern, "Whatever do you mean?"

Mandur and his men decided to move onward towards the edge of the medium sized town of Tramborne, a local spot for dwarven trade and commerce.

Puck smiled gleefully, "Oh you know how children can be, master drow, annoying, full of laughter, mischievous and well..."

Alyson, Lazheros, and Irzen suddenly felt strange as the ancient magic surrounded them.

Caliaphy burst out laughing, "Hahahaha! Look Serna, they're all children!"

Lazheros went to speak and noticed that he sounded strange, "What is the meaning of this, Puck?! Why are...."

"Ah, well since that blasted God of History intervened, my king said I could have some fun of my own making. Since the elementalist is a child at heart, its only fitting that she and all of you take a trip down memory lane as children."