*Overhearing the conversation, the halfling rolls her eyes. Standing up from her space on the floor, she casually stretches and pockets the bread and cheese from a nearby table. Walking over to the gathering adventurers, she pulls out a chair, reverses it, and straddles the seat.*

How are ye all doing?

*Snagging a wine from a passing tray, she calmly ducks the swipe at her head.*

Seph...'tis likely he did no mean the comment about his brother; elsewise he would not have come this far.

And mi Lord Fireforge...
*a gleam entered her eye*
If Tod cannot help ye, I am sure I can.

*Reaching behind her, it seems she jerks her shoulder. A slight crunch is heard and a man walks off nursing his hand.*

Nice inn ye picked here. All either thieves or idiots. So, what is the plan from here out?

*Sipping the wine, she pulled out the stolen food and began to eat.*


Insanity can be a becoming accessory.


AIM: UnaGamine
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DC: Gamina
RS: Gaminia