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Patience stared at the woman, her expression incredulous as she struggled to make sense of this sudden twist, then simply shook her head and let out a sigh. "Trickier than I thought, then," she admitted.

"I mean, you already had it, but go on," the tiefling remarked idly.

"And what would you have me do with them?" Patience asked. "Bring them before you, I would guess, but I await your command."

"I can overpower most with minimal effort, my lady. A sharp blow to render them unconscious, and then I can lay them at your feet for judgement. Who knows? Perhaps they have some reason for their actions to justify a measure of mercy that my blade would not permit, and if not.."

Patience snapped her right fist to her breast, acknowledging the command, then sighed when Olia lit upon her left horn. "You're going to sit there whenever you can, aren't you?" she asked the owl as she turned to follow her new mission.

"Let's get moving, then, shall we?" Patience said, eyeing the owl, uncertain if this were a true beast, a fey spirit Yasha had sent as a guide, or even a familiar she'd been unknowingly given. "I'd prefer not to have complications because we were too late. Lead on."

"You seem to have a bit of a hobby," Patience noted, her bemused grin a stark contract to the Sword of Zariel that had been tattooed into her face years ago by cultists of the archdevil. "Makes me wonder if you do scrimshaw, as well."

"If you're half as talented there as you are with wood carving tools, you'll make some of the finest scrimshaw south of the Surbrin," Patience chuckled.

"Indeed. On a more serious matter.. what can you tell me of illithids?" Patience asked quietly.

"And what of..exposure to illithid tadpoles?" the tiefling asked cautiously.

"Hmm..and where is that? What direction and distance?" Patience asked as she flexed her wings restlessly. "And how does a druid know of such creatures? Seems a bit odd of a study topic, yeah?"

"Wonderful," Patience remarked dryly. "The Underdark isn't exactly the most wonderful place to be when you have hooves. More noise, you know? But if that's where I need to go, this Grymforge, then I guess just flying there isn't an option."