Iramaat tips Nessie a broad wink and then mimes zipping her lips closed, "Your secret is safe with me. Won't tell a soul."

That said, she settles in to listen. She's a very attentive listener and she likes what she hears as more of the story comes out. In fact, her eyes seem to light up as she hears more. This is the sort of thing she enjoys hearing about. This is the sort of thing she gets involved in. A world in danger? They need more bodies, more minds to help them? Well, they really only need her - or her leading the charge, anyway. She lifts a hand and touches her own chest with a firm nod.

"Well, hearing that... I can't in good conscience just slip off home, can I? You need help - and I am happy to offer it! Allow me to introduce myself - where are my manners? I am Iramaat, Knight of the Golden Apple-"

So saying, she dips into a courtly bow, one hand raised in a swirling, elaborate little gesture.

"I wouldn't call myself a monster, but... I'm not sure how you define such things here."