Round 43 Transcript

Silra steps between Jeane and Abby, blade drawn. You're not getting within ten feet of her wingspan unless I get a full explanation that satisfies me she's no threat to us beyond whatever... gestures vaguely at the orgy ...that's happening downstairs. Her eyes are hard. Wings retract into flesh like that? Please. I've seen creatures from the Shadowfell with similar tricks, and they weren't carrying invitations to Manhattan sex parties. What are you really here for?