Heluvianal Oakseer:
In reply to Tol (msg # 59):
Sisters, it is no time to mess with our troupe, the Lord of the Forest has given me leave to take these to the city, ALL of them. Would you go against his will too?
STOP this He didn't know where his voice came but came it did. With such command that only magical words would out match it. He almost blushed but knew his cause and raised his bow to emphasis his meaning.
"Mae'n dymuno cwpan y bywyd, frawd. Onid yw efe yn haeddu ein pleserau ? Nid ydym yn gorfodi, dim ond gwahodd!" the Nixies respond in seductive voices.
Tol begins struggling to restrain, the weaker but much larger Olaf. Who howls in protest.