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<Kripsso'om> ::the small cave is cramped and unpleasant, and the majority of it is taken up by a large, not particularly pleased beholder mother::
<Kripsso'om> ::several smallish gooey packages are deposited on the ground around Kripsso'om and a few abominations seem to be tending to these packages::
* Yb enters the cave carrying her crystal staff. She's dressed in a rainbow hued skirt and a sleeveless, strapless, orange, velvet top that laces up the front.
* Kripsso'om looks around, the small stalkless eyes peering up from the top of her head.
<Kripsso'om> ::seems to sniff at the air:: Greetings, High One. Are you come to truce with me today?
<Yb> Hello! ::Yb bounces towards Kripsso'om, gayly dancing around the others in the cave.:: Truce with you, what's that mean?
<Kripsso'om> ::smiles, her wicked teeth gleaming:: To discuss our terms. I seem to be stuck on this miserable rock, at least for the time being. Are you not here to ask for my surrender? ::the smile looks like surrender is the last thing on Kripsso'om's mind::
* Yb pulls some flowers out of nowhere. "Want a flower?"
* Kripsso'om blinks all of her eyes, one at a time. "A flower?"
* Yb ponders, "Why would you want to surrender to me? I'm not at war with anyone."
<Kripsso'om> Ah, I mistook you for a Northerner. You are native, then? >From this rock?
<Yb> Yeah. ::Shows Kripsso'om the flowers:: I've got LOTS of pretty colors.
* Kripsso'om sniffs at the flower almost dubiously. "Is it for eating?"
* Yb looks around, "No, I don't like caves. They're dark and flowers don't grow. And they have smelly dwarves inside them."
* Yb shakes her head sending her hair flying, "Nope! They're for looking at."
<Kripsso'om> ::looks around the cave:: I must admit, I'm not fond of this cave myself ::she seems almost to purr:: It's a very nice flower, dear. What's your name?
<Yb> Yb! ::Yb bounces perkily, a cute smile on her face.::
<Kripsso'om> ::twitches her tongue slightly:: That's a very nice name, dear. And what do you do around here, Yb? You can call me Mother. Most of my friends do.
* Yb drops the flowers, her back straightening and her face taking on a wary expression, "I am the guardian of this place. What brings you here?"
<Kripsso'om> ::looks around at the few abominations:: My family came to rescue me. Unfortunately, we hit a snag.
<Yb> And that snag would be?
<Kripsso'om> ::makes a face:: Giffs. They destroyed the helm pin and we can't leave until it's repaired. We thought we had a replacement, but it seems to have vanished.
<Yb> Where are these Giff? I shall burn their villages, steal their cattle and enslave their children!
* Kripsso'om smiles.
<Kripsso'om> You are concerned for me? That's very sweet, Yb. I could use some help here, as I don't know anyone else.
* Yb presses herself to Kripsso'om tracing circles with one finger, "Of course I'm concerned for you Mommy. I don't know what I'd do without you." Yb bats her eyelashes.
* Kripsso'om blinks slowly, watching Yb.
<Kripsso'om> I would be ever so grateful to you, if you could be so kind as to find a woman for me. I hear her name whispered in the trees. Do you know a woman with white hair, her name is Zoya?
* Yb pouts and kicks the nearest thing on the floor, "Why does everyone always want white hair? First Lini, now Zoya." Grabs a fist full of her hair and turns, screaming at Kripsso'om, "Why doesn't anyone ever like brunettes?!?"
* Kripsso'om blinks a few times. "I think you have lovely hair, dear. I take it that you do know her, then?"
<Yb> Yes I do. Thieving wench! Stealing my marble! Stealing my tower! Stealing everything from me!
<Kripsso'om> ::purrs:: We can get it back for you. See, she stole something from me, too...
* Yb shoots a wary gaze at Kripsso'om, "What?"
<Kripsso'om> ::an illithid comes up, as if summoned:: Mistress would like some refreshment? ::to Yb:: Hot tea?
* Yb smiles at the illithid, "Could I get an ice cream float?"
<Kripsso'om> She took the other ship ::hisses:: We saw her. We need to know where that ship is.
* Yb blinks, "Why would she steal a ship?"
<Kripsso'om> ::the illithid shrugs, then pulls a glass out of his sleeve. He waves a hand over it a few times and hands Yb a glass of something that looks like a root beer float::
* Yb squeals with delight and begins eating her float.
<Kripsso'om> ::looks around her:: I think she wanted to ship for herself. Or she sides with my enemies and wishes me to be captured.
<Kripsso'om> ::the illithid gingerly feeds something small and slimy to Kripsso'om... a frog perhaps... maybe it's better not to know::
* Kripsso'om smiles down at Yb. "Enjoy your snack, dear. I think we can be of great help to each other."
* Yb continues scarfing down here float.
<Kripsso'om> ::fade to black::
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