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Draxwile continues to eye the evil female...

Jezebeth would hiss at the small lizard as she winked. Turning to Norme, who was now the one dragging her through the crowd to a good spot (passing most of the others at some point or another while doing so), she whispered to him.

"Shortstack, we have two lights on in the village."

She was somewhat worried. Two Paladins, normally trigger happy individuals around sources of evil, and a large crowd of bystanders. It wasn't going to be pretty if anything happened.

She stopped Norme once they were somewhat close to the others, but far enough away to not draw Draxwile's attention.

Meanwhile, her husband was telling Jezebeth about the sites and sounds of Dromston. There was a wonderful little private school, that had an emphasis on magical instruction. The class sizes were rather small, apparently. He went into detail about the dance hall that was scheduled to open next week, as well as the fact the nearby military base was, he informed Jezebeth in a conspiratorial whisper, reputed to have a fight club

"That sounds marvelous. Do tell me more."

As she smiled, Norme's voice rang at her, and put her into a mood.

"Come on Jezebeth... Let's go see the circus show. We should be able to relax a bit there."

"Hmm? Oh, alright Norme. I suppose it will be entertaining."

The pair then began to make their way to the circus, with Norme thanking the man and woman again. When they reached the tent, they showed their tickets, and hopefully got inside to their seats.

"Oh, um. It's fine! I've gotten that before. She wasn't born to my parents. After a couple of boys, they wanted a girl, and she was without hers, so they took her in. So he made sense."

After her hat was on, Jezebeth decided to respond with a coy smile.

"Yes, but he's the better of the two brothers for sure. So no offense taken. But, since you are here, do you mind giving us some information about the places around here? We're looking for something fun to do next now that the dancing is done."

Jezebeth crossed her arms and leaned back a bit, a smirk crossing her face as she raised her orange eyes in a quizzical look.

"Found you! No evil escapes the sight of Draxwile!"

Jezebeth turns around and looks down at the creature even shorter than Norme was. Her expression soured instantly however as she clearly knew what she was looking at.

"Oh, boo, it's you again."

She huffed quite audibly. Jezebeth's orange-red skin was reminiscent of some variations of Tieflings, and she had the wings and tail to match. Horns, if they existed, were hidden by her fiery and active yellow and orange hair that somehow managed to avoid emitting heat.

She positioned herself to stand behind Norme, as if requesting his protection, a setup that was not entirely new to him from what he knew.

"Listen little lizard, light of frame you are! Go away from me, preferably really far!"

"Come one, come two! It's time for the annual Couple's dance, and this year we have prizes for the top five couples! Come over and sign up, you've got two minutes left, and no, you don't need to be a native of Dromston to enter. All are welcome! Coincidentally, we are also have a band from the Capital play this year. It will be a terrific time!"

After responding to the Kobold, she wrapped her arms around Norme's neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Norme, take care of him for me, and perhaps we can go and dance together. You do have the perfect girl with you after all~"

"Garson! Your cleanest milk, if you please! One cannot fight evil with a dry throat and weak bones!"

Jezebeth immediately stopped listening to the song and froze as she subtly nudged Norme. Her "Detect Good" senses were tingling.

J: "Hey, shortstack, I'm feeling awfully light-headed... Perhaps I should take a break, don't you think?"

Norme quickly looked and saw the Paladin.

N: "Oof, that isn't good. Yeah, if you need to rest a bit, let's get you to a safe place."

Norme excused himself and his partner as he lead her outside of the Tavern, and away from the Paladin. He did not want to have to come up with another bizarre and only slightly believable story to wave it off. Those were hard to do on the spot! Jezebeth also pouted the entire time though. How dare they ruin her fun!

Once outside, he'd sit with her on some bench somewhere to wait for the Paladin to leave.

The Eidolon's Alias. I'll only use it when she leads the conversation, or she's the sole speaker.