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Faruja	Faruja has had a time of pondering just /where/ to meet Nasa. He doesn't know the woman all that well, even if he finds her a pleasant voice on the radio. Finally, he's decided on a small little church not far from his office. It'd be five minutes walk, just in case the drow wishes something more private! Mullonde as a whole is certainly a sight to see: bustling with people, faces friendly and full of true believe, kindness, and a rare solidarity in purpose. From the lowliest of menials, to wandering Cardinals, they share faith and purpose. The city is equally in tune, and very ornate. as one moves towards the city's center, the great Cathedral stands out. Roads are well-made and Templar patrols in shining armor are common. Priests call out on nearly every street corner. The smell of food wafts from the business district, and there's rarely a lack of activity. But this small church is away from the bustle, quiet. It has gothic architecture, as does much of the city, with white stone, scenes of the Ajoran religion painted on the walls, and modest pews that are well loved. Faruja kneels before an altar, a solid silver ajoran cross easily taller than two of him stacked looms behind. "Oh Almighty God, bless the innocent upon Ivalice, and save we sinful children of Ivalice from ourselves. Amen."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Nasa was presently in the form of a rather tiny little drowess wearing a slightly oversized-looking sweater. Small holes were cut in the back where nearly-invislbe wings that hold a cobweb pattern poke through, which were presently flapping quickly to carry the Drowess towards the coordinates. As she flew, Nasa's gaze darted around quickly, searching out the other Drow that were supposedly around here. She wanted to know what they were up to and if they had some sort of nefarious plot brewing! Of course, as Nasa flew towards the church where they were supposed to meet, the sight of the city was... rather breathtaking, especially for one who is easily distracted by beauty. In spite of using her tiny form to get there faster-- as it was more agile than her standard size -- however it still took her a long time... luckily being tiny meant she drew very little attention to herself, save for the occasional glance and stare, possibly. In a relatively kind of barely reasonable amount of time, Nasa arrived at the church, her eyes glowing faintly as she sought out the priest. Soon enough, she spotted who she assumed to be Faruja, and rapidly made a beeline for him. With a lack of regard for personal space, the tiny 2-3-inch-tall Pit Faerie attempted to alight upon Faruja's shoulder, standing in polite silence as he prayed. At least she had /some/ vague sense of respect?
Faruja	There's plenty of looks by the sharper eyed, but the pixie-drow gains only minor notice. The Multiverse has given many travelers opportunity to visit. Nasa might even see a distinctly fairy-sized man with butterfly wings preaching on a street corner to larger beings. The Ajoran church, for all its faults, does not care for race or size. It just wants your soul, body, and mind. But so far, there's a distinct lack of Drow. Maybe it's the light, or Faruja's estimates are as accurate as they seemed. Faruja hardly stirrs at first, only to turn around. There's a pinky-finger extended to Nasa. "Lady Nasa, I assume? Lord's blessings, my Child. Welcome to Mullonde. 'Tis an honor to meet ye in the flesh." A look up and down. "Nay offense, mine dear, but I expected ye to be taller." Clearly he's not thinking. Shapeshifer! Then, he'll gently stand and move to a pew to sit. If she wants his shoulder? He gives it. "Ye hath concerns about the drow? Laywoman Illestria is in the city. If ye wish to vet her thineself, I shall summon her. But please, I know little of their kind...or thine own. Wouldst ye tell me more?" Pause. "Forgive me, where are mine manners? Can I get ye anything?"
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	The variety of people in the city was more than noticed! Which was actually something rather fascinating for Nasa, the way things seemed to change and yet remain the same in the Multiverse, it reminded her a bit of the rumors of how the human cities tended to look in her homeland. Not that she ended up seeing one herself, but the drow definitely had rumors of the silly humans and their lack of boundaries when it came to other races! As the pinky finger was extended to Nasa, she stared at it blankly for a few moments, her head cocked ever-so-slightly to the side as her ears perked curiously. And then she remembered: Handshakes! Right. It was probably that. She reached to take the pinky in both hands, shaking it lightly. "Siyo, is Nasa. Appreciates welcome; all is well so far, Nasa hopes." She says, fluttering off of Faruja's shoulder at the mention of expecting her to be taller. She dipped into a slight bow in mid-air. "As you do to wish." She murmurs. A brief oval of black energy consumed her, expanding to a roughly human(If a bit short) size. After it dissipated, it left the little 4-foot-nothing half-breed standing in front of Faruja. "Nau; Nasa will to naut seek her out. Would to immediately cause alarm because of Brand if she does to worship a dark god or goddess." She pauses. "The Drow... hmm. They used to live on surface, following lovely goddess. Lovely goddess ended up betraying other goddesses and gods for power. She did to get banished to Demon-Web-Pits. Became Mistress of Spiders. Drow turned to her for Power. Got banished to Underdark, then did to get tainted by demons in blood. Makes vicious and gives some power. Like Nasa's magic resistance, siyo." She pauses, seeming to think a bit. "Is highly magical race. Very religious. Power is to being valued above all else. Is nau such thing as love or mercy... and treachery is to being a game that Drow do to play with each other. Is best to keep close eye on Drow in your city. Is possibly they do to follow good goddess or god, and are to just trying to escape Lolth and rest of Drow kind's cruelties, siyo." After that brief and likely ineffective description of the Drow, Nasa continues on with, "Perhaps drink of some sort. What does have?" She asks curiously, shifting from foot to foot with her barely-contained energy, her ears occasionally twitching here and there towards any nearby sounds.
Faruja	The handshake gets an amused look Faruja quickly hides, and then there's a light squeak as she quite literally becomes taller! All those sharp teeth are a little more threatening now. But at least he's taller than her. It's something. And she's just so darn polite and charming. He beats down the urge to ruffle her hair. He likes this one. A smile comes to him. "Lady Nasa, ye doth not dissappoint, mine dear. Remind me to ask ye to tea when less...official matters are upon us." Then, Faruja is listening, and takes out a pad and quill. "/Heretics/." All but spits the rat. The mere thought of having them infiltrate /his/ city only has him shaking in barely contained rage. Finally, he nods. "I shall discretely send the word to the local Templariate, and the more subtle Inquisitors in the city. Ivalice hath suffered enough. I welcome any whom wish to know the good Lord and Holy Ajora with open arms. Those whom come to destroy what already teeters on a knife's edge? Shall be destroyed." His words are cold, but weary. That energy has him laughing despite himself. It feels good to do so. "Let us see...there is a cafe nearby. Tea. Juice. Those fizzy flavored human beverages. Wine."
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	Nasa gave a slight stretch as she watched that smile and listened to Faruja as he talks. After a small pop, she gave a slightly pleased little squeak, "... Size-shift naut always to being the most pleasant of thing, for record." She murmurs, wrinkling her nose a moment. "Oh! Is naut sure has formally introduced self. Is Na`Sabal-Une Fang, shadow of the wilds! Can to call Nasa, Nasa, Sabal, or Lune. Or other thing, if does to make sure Nasa knows you are to talking about her so can respond, siyo." She bobs her head in a quick little nod. "To being fair, they likely to thinking same about your religion, but followers of Lolth are to being less benevolent-seeming. ... Will have to forgive Nasa if does naut to trust religion on surface, is ex-priestess for reason." She shifts uncomfortably, reflexively rubbing at some scar or another hidden underneath her clothing. "... Asks that you do to give them chance to show if is good Drow or naut though. We do to have hard enough time with other drow and surfacers to assuming that we are going to being like other Drow, though to keep close eye on them and to have poison-curing magic handy." Nasa asks gently, her ears half-folding. She was a bit worried about asking that, a part of her screamed just to hunt them down and kill them all in the night, but if they were Eilistraeean or followers of one of the other various good gods or goddesses... that would be a horrible thing to do. "Juice! Juice would to being best, Nasa thinks. Or tea. Maybe place with juice and tea?" Na`sa pauses, seeming to muse on that. "Or perhaps... nice fruit tea." The drowess falls silent for a few moments, her fae mind sending her thoughts off into random directions. "... How about you to decide? Mind is naut behaving." She nods quickly.
Faruja	A smirk. "Please, doth not tax thineself, hmm?" He'd rather not see the cute little drow hurt herself, after all! "Lady Nasa 'tis. I rather like the sound of it." His tail flicks, and he scowls. "Bluntly put, I do not care what they think. They art foreign invaders, nay less devious than the Archadians whom knock at our gates! These Drow art vultures circling above! They shan't land for fear of our arrows." But she has a point. Faruja leans in his seat. "The Church is always open to ye. I assure ye, we art not...well. We value faith, loyalty, charity, love, honor, and duty." A nod to Nasa. He won't push, but it's there. "Of course. Caution. And a paladin in every patrolling squad. I shall ensure the alchemist art properly informed, shouldst any corpses surface poisoned with odd ingredients. And ye, of course, shall be kept in the loop as the Inquisition's advisor in these affairs. Agreed?" A smile here, devious. Then, he's up. A bow. "But a moment, mine dear." There he quite simply blinks out of existance. A few minutes later, and he's back, with a tray. There's a glass of wine, and an orange-colored drink. It's slightly fizzy, but juice flavored. Real juice. Mullonde is nice like that.
Na`Sabal-Une Fang	"Is naut taxing! Just does to sometimes cause slight tightness in muscles, siyo." Nasa flashed a bit of a grin towards Faruja, carefully finding a place to perch and settle as she listened to Faruja talk. She gives a small nod. "Siyo, siyo. Is naut their land to call heretic and assault, does to understand." Nasa seemed to muse a bit. "Ah, drow do to usually using crossbows. On their crossbows is to being poison called 'Khaless'." She pulls out a small vial with some sort of thick liquid inside. "This is Khaless. Is sleeping poison. Is other poisons as well, but they are to being rarer so Nasa does to naut have any handy." She shifts slowly at the thought of a paladin in every squad... she rather hoped that Faruja's paladins weren't like the ones back home. She was a foul beast no matter what she did to them! Not that the Drow hadn't earned it, but Nasa tried to not act like the other drow did! "... May to come visit, is respectful of religion, though will to likely turn to the moon for guidance. Has to been what guided the drow trying to change themselves in past... and does to seem to work." Nasa says softly, smiling warmly. "...Does to sound like good religion though. Hopes does to thrive." She gives a quick nod. And then... he returned with fizzy juice stuff! Nasa reached for the orange-colored drink, completely bypassing the wine as surface wine tended to be flavorless to her. She carefully sips at the fizzy orange drink, her ears twitching a bit as she did. "Mmm... is tasty; taste like real fruit; naut like s...so...da. Yes. Soda." She nods to herself.
Faruja	"If I may? I wouldst like to let our alchemists examine this." For an antidote, of course! Faruja will take the bottle if Nasa lets him. "Very subtle. And cowardly." He huffs aloud in irritation. He's always hated poison. Such an insidious thing. He has enough proverbial poison to dealwith, he doesn't need the real thing. "Ye art welcome any time. And from the good Sister's changes, she hath taken to Ajora well. Provided she is true." There's pain in his voice. The thought of a convert being a spy is always horrible to him. He'd much rather embrace the drow whole heartedly rather than be so paranoid. Then, he frowns, as something goes off in his ear. "Unfortunately, duty calls, Lady Nasa. Feel free to stay in the city if ye wish. Let us meet again, mine dear. And thank ye. Ye hath let me know of a potential threat. On mine honor, I shall repay this debt." A deep bow, and then he's rushing along.