Undrella the Halfling's page

Undrella gives a non-specific grunt and a single uptick of her head.

"You forget I come to this place before the Kulldis. I know of this Beshvi and her illusions." the halfling-not-halfling shrugs her shoulders as she stares at Drael.

"Everyone hunts for their place in this world. Some are lucky to find where they believe they should be."

She glances back at Razif. "I will tell Zastoran. He will tell Almah. She will tell Garavel." Undrella nods curtly, the explanation clear in her own mind, if no one else's.

Undrella blinks at Razif, then turns to watch the gnomes scamper away. As they leave, she turns back to the ranger.

"You met Beshvi," she pronounces plainly.

"What am I relaying to Garavel?" Undrella blinks at Razif. Hee hee. Not letting y'all off that easy.

You can purchase the arrows from a supplier in the city, Razif, at standard pricing.

"I heard you had left for Pale Mountain," the rosy-cheeked halfling-not-halfling states bluntly, her eyes coolly staring over Drael before snapping to Layaali. "And yet you are here. Have you not left? Were you not to bring death to the Carrion King?"

Her eyes flicker towards Drael, then flash back to Layaali.

"It is comfortable, this form, amongst all the new people coming to the Infusium. I get much more work done this way," Her cheeks redden slightly as Undrella provides the explanation for which no one asked.

"Well?"

"It appears that we are all to be rewarded for the roles that we played in destroying the Kulldis dogs and besting the glomeray daemon that infiltrated the town," Undrella says in halfling guise, peeling out from the side of the southern entrance to join the gang. The halfling's dark hair has been braided into two plaits complete with ribbons. She wears a light blue silken gown of smart tailoring fitted to accentuate her current form, along with smoky kohl lining her eyes and a touch of rose-coloured paint to her cheeks and lips. In short, she has cleaned up VERY well.

Undrella notes Layaali's raised eyebrows. She rolls her eyes slightly in acknowledgment. "This sickly human insisted, as did the old human chemist." The halfling-not-halfling says nothing more, though her lack of acknowledgment of Drael as she moves towards the stage alongside the oracle speaks volumes.

”But you DID slay him, yes? Oh my l——sweet, was it bloody? Did he beg for you to end him? He was massively cruel, and you are prettier than he ever was, my l—— ahem, dearest.”

She seems to be trying.

"What did you kill, my love?" Undrella says with a glowing (and bloodthirsty) look at the suli draped in absolute exhaustion on a lower bunk. "Was it Kardswann again? Is his body left to rot within the crypts of the church?"

Undrella grunts at Min and shrugs.

"Maybe there are other harpies further into Brazen Peaks, but I never have met. Stupid peryton was only one I ever met, and there is geier that you know of," Undrella gestures with her near-empty flagon of soup towards the courtyard. "There probably exist dragon and dragon-kin of sort?" she ponders more than agrees.

Min's differential list of winged/clawed foes is impressively comprehensive.

"Hmph," Undrella sniffs dismissively at Drael's follow-up query. "I did not leave YOU, lover - you left ME in Infusium. It is valuable and needed tending lest you need another injection as I gave for battle with Kardswann to you. And you. And you," Undrella says, nodding at each of the members of the party in turn.

The halfling laughs loudly at Drael's question, looking around in mirth at the others. She then returns to eating her next bowl of soup.

After a few mouthfuls, she acknowledges that Drael continues to stare at her.

"NO! How could I have done such thing, my love?" She then lowers her voice and bats her eyes. "Of course, if you wished me to do such thing, lover, then I would kill Dashki for you as you killed Kardswann for me. It would be exchange of vows..."

Seated next to Drael and greedily devouring her fourth bowl of the soup, Undrella stares at each of the party members in turn after Zastoran leaves the room.

"What?!" she finally spits out, eyes on Drael.

"Lover, we are triumphant!" Undrella exclaims to Drael as they leave Princess Almah's quarters. "I said you would kill Kardswann for me, and I was right! We should go and properly celebrate---"

Undrella scoops up another handful of smoking and charred centipedes, eyes on all of you as she downs them. She chews lasciviously (for Drael's benefit), swallows, and then smiles.

"Ready."

Undrella races forward, scooping a handful of the scorched centipede forms into her taloned hands. She sniffs at them briefly before dumping them into her mouth and tilting her head back to swallow. She then turns to look at the others.

"What?! You want invitation?"

Undrella gives a gruff laugh.

"There is no password. There is goblin. Named Jank. He brings people safely through town when ordered by Kardswann or Ugruk. It is most likely that Ugruk knows of you; he has simply not bothered to tell Kardswann of you and ordered his kinsmen to take your heads. If you make it to Battle Market, then you are worthy of attention. It is their way - those of the Rovagug faith."

She smirks at Layaali.

"I know nothing of bugs."

Undrella frowns briefly, then answers Rab-rab.

"It was Kardswann who sought to re-open Battle Market, and not just for gnolls. He invited merchants and sell-swords, encouraging coin trading hand so as to build his reputation as powerful leader."

"Market is three-story circular stone fortress with huge doors to east, north, west, and south. You have keys to these doors - I give you," here she nods at Min, "but southern doors stand wide all day and night, awaiting new customers; awaiting new coin."

She walks over to Drael, playfully touching his hair when he breaks his gaze with her. "The skylight would be easy to enter through to observation deck if you could climb to top - this is where Kardswann often can be found, along with Ugruk. Ugruk is lieutenant; he is flind."

She stops and looks at Razif. "Plenty would step forward to fight in Battle Market if challenge given. Kardswann would not fight unless you defeated others and proved your worth." She shrugs. "Perhaps climbing top of Battle Market is better plan; fighting is not, it would seem."

She then pinches Drael's cheek. "Save for you, but you need to save your pretty face for Undrella to kiss!"

Undrella's grin fades eerily quickly. She replies to Razif.

"Impressive. You climb three floors to top of Battle Market?"

The halfling looks flatly at Min and Razif. "Kardswann sleep on the top floor of the Battle Market. You can fly?"

She then turns to Drael, a wide grin splitting her face. "Of course, if my pretty wishes me to fly him there so he can challenge Kardswann in single combat to win my heart..."

The halfling grins widely, her expression genuine as she stares in unblinking fashion at the suli.

"You play hard to get. Undrella like this game. Pretty one will be won over; you will see." She then glances derisively at the others. "Hit and run? Ha. Not in Battle Market. You will be fighting; this is certain. If you want Kardswann, then you will need fight in arena battle. Is simple. Maybe little ones will be allowed to fight as team." She finishes, fixing the gnomes with a piercing grin.

"I will see Kardswann dead, his entrails strewn about the Battle Market," the pleasant-appearing halfling female says with a frightening amount of matter-of-factedness. "I will also see my beloved Drael be the one who kills him in ritual combat so as to prove his love for me." Undrella the Halfling reaches out to touch Drael's arm. "I have left your side once; I will dare not do so again given the frailty of your team-mates' abilities to keep you alive."

Undrella the Halfling fixes Razif with a stare. "What of this Princess of yours? Does she have a plan to take Kelmarane from the Kulldis? Where is her army?"