"What's Prince Ilory like exactly?" Asked Mairey.
"Well," Lempio sighed, "Don't tell anyone I said this, especially Larkspur, alright?"
The elvish woman nodded, "I won't, I promise."
"Good!" He turned and looked down at the floor as he began, "Ilroy is practically a tyrant in training," he faced her, "Not that there's such a program that purposefully teaches young men how to be a power hungry dictator," his eyes looked to the side and shrugged, "None that I'm aware of at least." He reached into the basket and pulled out a small, glass jar full of daisy beige cream. "Would you like some ointment, my dear? It's for any burns or scratches that Larkspur might've caused on your skin."
Mairey peered down at the jar and then back up at the blue man. She shook her head, No thank you, but I appreciate the offer."
"Not a problem!" He smiled as he set the jar back down into the basket.
