The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Isabela]

"Ah," she says, relaxing a bit as she pulls on a robe. Adventuring family, not homeless. Got it.

[Jassinth]

"A druid? I am a ranger, sworn to the Oak, perhaps I could help?" Jass grins a touch ruefully. "Well, not personally, unless you merely need a guide or to locate a local plant or the like. But I know everyone at the Oak, so perhaps I can point you in the right direction?" See? Nice and helpful, the same as any other elf.

[Marian Hawke]

"Uh," says Marian, blinking. "Um. He needs transmutation? Um, sorry, he'll need a polymorphic spell of some kind, preferably permanent -- he's been making do with potions of Alter Self but they're short lasting even when custom-brewed for duration."

[Jassinth]

"Poly... you mean flesh-crafting?" Jass asks cautiously, not sure what most of that meant. "Like to... remove scars or restore a limb?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Something like that," she agrees. "Fleshcrafting is the more druidic way of achieving the effect, but all we have are arcane casters who can perform anything like that in our group."

[Jassinth]

"Uh, well, if its something smallish, then I suppose Root Devon could do it," he muses. "Or Fangs Meredith and Jacqueline- but Devon is much, ah, more amiable. How significant a change do your friend need?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Only a spell of the second circle, not a true polymorph effect," she assures him.

[Jassinth]

"Root Devon should be around this afternoon, at the gardens on the northeast side of town."  Jass shrugs again. "I cannot make promises on his behalf, if only because I have no idea if he can do exactly what you need, to speak nothing of how far he outranks me, but he should be willing to at least consult with you and yours."

[Marian Hawke]

"Thanks."

She manages a smile then -- hesitant, unsure, but genuine enough. He is rather pretty, she notes, then scolds herself. Stop it! You like girls anyway.

[Jassinth]

Grin shifting to a more honest smile himself, Jass inclines his head. "It is no hardship to be helpful- especially when my part of the help is just asking someone else to do all the work!"

[Isabela]

After a lovely -- and much less racially-charged -- breakfast, Isabela leaves Jass the bed and walks Marian home, despite the younger girl's protestations that she can handle herself. 

"I know," Isabela says, after releasing Marian from a deep, promising kiss. "I just want to walk you home anyway."

She hates to do it -- she can practically see the girl's tail wag in delight as she bounds along by Isabela's side. It's for Zev, she reminds herself. It doesn't matter what I have to do so long as he gets free. You've done a lot worse for Zev already, Isabela, and you're like to do worse still. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Marian!" Just as they get into eyeshot of the inn- evidently Marian is with the asshole- the pair hear a shout from the side. One that Marian recognizes rather well, including the tone of relieved concern. When Isabela turns to look, she sees a stunning woman in a pale rose dress hurrying towards them with noticeable urgency. Even more noticable is the broad bladed longsword belted to her waist and the shield slung over her shoulder.  And Isabela being Isabela, she likely also notices the generous bust jiggling as the white-gold haired aasimar moves- girl needs more support up top pretty badly.

[Isabela]

"Why, hello," purrs Isabela, popping her hip to one side. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Haliel?" asks Marian, confused. Oh no, did something happen last night?!

[Haliel Lightsong]

Halting a yard or so away, Haliel sucks in a deep breath, hair slightly mussed by the rapid jog. "You're okay?" Deep breath. "You- breakfast?"