Naethra was almost grateful for the goblins. Almost. After all, Oric seemed to have been running out of steam towards the end. She seemed confident that she had lied, but based on the odd divine focus of her rant, she wasn't certain if she was really clear on the nature of her deception.
With luck, she'll forget about it by the time they finish with these... sex goblins.
Naethra couldn't help but wince as the first two attacks struck wide. They were rapidly squandering their advantage. And the dancer... "Are those mirror images?" she wondered aloud. That was a useful spell, but most of the time the images were utterly illusory and incapable of directly interacting with the world. She wasn't so certain that was the case here.
Naethra took a few steps back, reaching into the well of fey magic, that now familiar and reassuring presence of loaned power within her. Still worried by her encounter with the Lady of this place, she touched that magic, spun it into shimmering amethyst light between fingers, and cast it out onto the goblins, trying to get the wolf rider and all four dancers within the twenty foot area.
"Strike true," she said, softly enough that only her allies could hear her.
(Casting Faerie Fire. Every affected creature makes a dexterity saving throw. If they fail, they're outlined by coruscating blue-violet light, and all attack rolls against them have advantage.)
