A high elf with a mature look, exited the manor with a pitcher and three goblets. "Making friends again I see dear Daran." she smiled kindly at Yulya and Cat, "we appreciate all business, Dwarven, Tabaxi, even Human."
Daran gave a scowl.
She elegantly set down the three goblets and the pitcher and then knelt in front of Alice, "Definately not a Dwemer creation." She pressed down in Alice's chin, opening her mouth. "Marvelous, is it gelatinous in construction?"
"Oh of course, it's some sort of plasmid, but it's dead is it not?" Daran responded.
"Dead, or never alive in the first place, not of this plane? At any rate quite a creation. Do you understand me little one? Do you wish to know about weather and trees? Watch the eyes, there's something there beyond gears and wheels or simple animation." She turned to Yulya, "Would you be willing to sell it?"
"The feel of it reminds me of that anomoly," Daran pondered.
"Hm," she agreed. Then turned her attention to Yulya and Cat, "I'm Daylinn, call me a Daran fan from years back. You know he was quite a hero during the last flight of dragons. Signs point to another in the making, would you be the next heroes? How exciting for you."
Respond to any point in this conversation. They are both of advanced age and have several layers of magical protection and enhancements cast upon them due either to equipment or raw spells. Clearly they're seeing things that the average person wouldn't.
