Sensible heads quietened Leif, giving him a cute stuffed Troilin doll to hold and punch repeatedly while the rest looked around with growing alarm but allowed Syra to say her piece.
"I'm just helping them put up their christmas decorations then help them get ready for the party," explained Syra patiently, rolling her flower child eyes and petulantly flicking her eye-like flowery hair.
"They were just explaining the elven outfit didn't look right for christmas, and I should wear this much more christmas-y black shiny one, then I can get back to putting up the decorations"
The group looked at the suspicious PVC outfit with the whip. Perhaps it was fancy dress?
They group then looked at the christmas decorations.
"Syra," said Boris patiently, "those are manacles"
"It's not what tou think!" said Syra, "they don't want to put me in them!"
"No," said one fo the men shyly, waving a friendly greeting to Mophus while the other flicked a thumbs up to him, "I get to go in the manacles first! Then she can use the whip."
"Wait," said Leyla concerned, "surely that won't hurt in armour?"
"Heh, who said the armour goes all the way around. It's-"
"Right, thank you," said Halk quickly, "we'll just be going then!"
Go to 51 as quickly as possible, it is up to you if you want the stronger members of the party to drag away Syra or not.