Kingmaker

[Sean Renaud]

The smell of sweat, sex and liquor lingers in the air like a thick fog and it’s only accentuated by the half dressed women slithering through the crowd and delivering food and drink to at least a dozen patrons. The stage is currently set and the band, Rick and the Walkers are belting out “We’re all damned!” and the audience is loving it, every inch of the place is filled with people about to set out for their dreams and it shows.

The music is almost too loud for conversation but people manage to shout over the din and gather into groups seemingly forming their own parties.

A single man seems to truly stand out amongst the rest of the crowd, a man wearing what initially looks like a robe but a second glance reveals that it’s made of coins, most of them gold but some are silver, platinum or gold. Clearly the man is so rich he can make his clothing from currency. He’s grabby with the women and polite with the men but always projects strength.

One more stand out, a woman dressed, or under dressed more accurately in a simply tunic that did almost nothing to conceal her form and everything to accentuate her healthy female figure was sitting, with a pair of orcs, her attitude clearly more flirtatious than aggressive clearly seemed to be enjoying her drinks a bit more than she should have.

 

[Ravenloft]

Vayah

A little woman, barely three feet tall stalked into the rowdy room dressed in animal skins, tied tight with lether strips around her ankes and arms. She wore the skin hood of a coyote on her head. If she weren't so small, she'd have stuck out like a sore thumb as she looked around with dismay at the sights and sounds around her, as though she had never seen the like before. She jumped and skittered away when someone nearby bumped into her, gruffly complaining about stupid munchkins always being under foot. "I'm not a munchkin." She spat back, but went unheard over the din of the place.

People seemed to be enjoying a little show being put on by performers in the corner, others were just busy emptying their cups. A man with a robe made of glinting coins who projected great strength caught her eye, as did a woman who must have been in season, for she was displaying her feminine virtues quite prominently, by a couple of orcs. It probably wouldn't be long before she'd need the services of a midwife, Vayah thought with a cheeky snort.

She went and grabbed a chair and began to drag it toward the bar with some effort. The thing was taller than her by a few inches and solidly build for the big people, so it actually took her some effort to drag it along behind her slight frame. It didn't help that no one payed any attention to her as kept bumping the chair and her from side to side as she made her way. One guy knocked the damn thing over on top of her and didn't even notice. "Oh, bat excriment!" She groaned, pushing it off of her and getting up, looking around to see if anyone noticed, like a cat checking to see if anyone saw it miss a jump.

With a sigh, she continued dragging the chair to the bar and set it up against the counter like a ladder. She climbed up, puting her feet in the rungs of the seat as she did. On the chair her her chin was still just inches above the countertop and she put her arms over the top and slapped the counter to get someones attention. The barkeep noticed her and came over and she tried to order a drink, but he just looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you, like five? Go on home lass, their ain't nothing here you could handle."

He was whiping down the counter in front of her as he shook his head, chuckling to himself. His attitude made her grumpy and in a flash, she pulled out a stone knife, muttered some words under her breath and brought it down between his finges, pinning the rag he was washing the counter with on the point of it."For your information, I am in my fourties, probably older than you." He drew his hand back and scowled. "See this?" She asked, indicating her hood. "I skinned it myself. How many animals have you skinned in your life? Hmm?" She pulled out half a dozen fine skins from her pack. "These have value... At least enough for a drink, so please, just give me one?" She asked as she reached for her knife. She tugged at it, but it took her two hands to get it out of the wood counter.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"I'm sorry, I just, you look so, I mean, people bring their. . .uh" The tender shook his head and tried to avert his eyes trying desperately to find anything but Vayah to look at and even for the fairly well versed tender there wasn't really anything for him to stare at and she was so short that he couldn't even pretend he was staring at something else.

"Drinks are on the house." He said picking up two of the offered furs. "You know you could make quite a living staying here and selling your wares."

The doors to the Launch burst open revealing a man almost seven feet tall dressed in black leather armor strode in followed by a man and a woman the man in dark red leather and the woman in thigh high boots armed with a large bladed cross on her hip. "Well I hope the rest of you are ready to fall in line when we get out there. Tonight we are comrades, let us eat, drink and be merry but make no mistake we will not survive the Stolen Lands long if we're busy fighting ourselves and I'll not be kneeling to any of you." The man grinned almost playfully and tossed his shoulder length black hair over his shoulder before choosing a stool near the stage.

 

[Ravenloft]

Vayah looked up at the barkeep and smiled brightly. "I appreciate the offer but I only take what I must from the land. Nothing more. You enjoy them, and may they keep you warm and dry in all your endeavors." She replied to him politely, handing him his rag back.

She turned as the man wearing black leather and even blacker hair entered and listened to his words.

"Really?" Vayah shot back, hopping down from her chair, putting her hands on her hips, looking up at the tall man, tossing his hair. She'd felt quite the rush over having the bartender give her such acknowlegement. It usually took alot more than that. "Look me in the eyes and say that." She wasn't being boastful, just pointing out that for him to look her in the eyes, he'd have to kneel, hell, maybe even get down on all fours, since she was staring intently at his knees already.

 

[JadeKnight]

Kumio reigned in her horse outside of the The Launch, sighing softly. It wasn't that she didn't like the traveling to explore the lands outside of her clan's sphere of influence, but her current task left her bored so far. Her profession wasn't exactly looked on with favor, but that was the role she had been born into. She had learned to take in the good in with the bad.

Since she wasn't currently on a true job, she did not were her traditional shinobi outfit. Instead she wore a blue leather tunic that was baggy enough to not be form-fitting, but it still accented her medium-sized chest. She also wore brown leather pants and a pair of black riding boots. Her shoulder length white hair was tied up in a pair of buns on either side of her head. She wore her wakizashi on her left hip in a plain black scabbard, and a few shuriken hidden on her body.

Leaving her horse to be taken care of by a stable-boy, she went inside the crowded tavern. She pursed her lips for a moment as she looked over the gathered crowd, smirking for a moment. She took in what she could for a moment before moving towards the bar, gracefully through the crowd. She was about to order a drink when she saw the dwarf in furs having an intense conversation. She cleared her throat for a moment.

"Miind if I interrupt long enough to get a little bit of service?"

 

[Sean Renaud]

JadeKnight

It only took a moment for heads to turn towards the newest woman to enter the bar. The hair, the weapon, both were sufficiently odd to gather a few extra glances before everybody went back to their own foods and drinks.

Well all but dwarf who seemed to be watching not so much eyeing her as sizing her up. By his side a an enormous axe, it's blades nearly as broad as his own impressive shoulders and with etchings in written along both sides of the blade.

"Of course you can get some service m'lady." One of the bar maidens, a sweetly hipped red head quickly approached. "Whatever you want to order, the chicken seems to be excellent tonight as is the boar." She lowered her tone a few notches. "Personally I'd avoid the venison however." She smiled sweetly as she scanned The Launch for an open table. "It looks like you may have to sit at the bar, I'm not seeing any open tables right now."

 

[Sean Renaud]

Ravenloft

The tall man looked down at her and though he was smirking slightly it passed after a moment. "My my, aren't you quite the little lady." He smugly spread his arms looking around the tavern for a bit of support but other than a few chuckles the place had actually gotten quieter.

He waited a second more hoping to at least garner a giggle from his own comrades but in a feat they would rarely have attempted they'd managed to quickly, and quietly find a table leaving him to handle himself. A slight hint of red crept into his face as he sank down to his knees and forced a smile.

"I guess since we aren't technically in the Stolen Lands," he glance around at the crowd now even the music had stopped, "then I can still kneel if it means we see things eye to eye. He extended a hand rather dramatically revealing a golden signet ring. "I am Prince Blackwood Gayle. . ."

"Just because you get to use the title doesn't make you a prince, if enough people die for you to be crowned I wouldn't want such a cursed crown." One his compainions, an attractive if a little pale woman in who clearly shared his opinion of black leather, though she went with a skirt rather than pants and fingerless gloves.

"That would be my cousin Lady Leelane Gayle and next to her is Lord Tassis Gayle. Now if you'd be so kind as to tell me your name?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Vayah stood unflinchingly before the man's smirking reply, as he sought outward support from strangers and comrades alike. None came however and a hint of red appeared upon his cheeks as she found him sinking to a knee with a forced smile. Her lips quirked upward as he did, in all her life this was the first human man to ever have looked into her eyes from a relatively equal height. It made her heart pat a little faster.

She reguarded the signet ring and his title inquizically. "What is a prince?" She asked, curiously, they made it sound like a warchief, the way they talked. Vayah nodded to the Lady and Lord and finally to the Prince. "My name is Vayah... I am to be the next priestess of my tribe who make their home in the forests of the stolen lands. They are simple people and fear the encroachment of your kind. I would bring them piece of mind by being amongst you, learning your ways, showing you ours. See eye to eye with you as you say."

 

[HotKittygirl]

Kali

Kali

The catfolk emerged with little fanfare, the slitted pupils of her liquid amber pools widening in the dim light. Nostrils flared as she inhaled the combination of the numerous potent scents, more than a few very familiar to the barbarian. The smell was almost overwhelming, especially to her keen feline senses, though she managed to control herself with a breath and a bit of willpower.

She was a sight to behold, a proud and undeniable enrapturing specimen of catfolk kind. Kali was taller than most catfolk females, her frame was svelte and graceful despite the undeniable definition of her muscles, all underneath a sheath of black fur, the occasional red strip visible along her back, legs, arms, and tail. Those sinful curves and ample bosom were not diminished by the impressive physique, nor was it hidden from view by any amount of clothing most common folk would find decent. The only amount of armor the feline seemed to wear was a thick leather belt studded with iron studs, more of a 'belly-warmer' than anything. Otherwise a simple pair of breeches torn into shorts at mid-thigh and an equally torn tunic that clung greedily to her ample chest, were the only other accouterments the catoflk had for attire. Besides that, slung over one shoulder, was a well-worn backpack wrapped in a thick scarf, from which dangled a flail and several javelins.

Triangular, feline ears perked from a short mane of crimson that fell about a ravishing visage in wild disarray, two stripes of the same color marking each cheek. Plush lips twitched slightly before they drifted into an easy and lopsided smile as her amber gaze befell the sight of the human and the diminutive creature wearing a coyote's head. She hadn't heard the beginning of the conversation, just as she emerged the entire room seemed to quiet at the sight. Instead of intruding, after all she had no idea who either of these people were, she simply took a step to the side near the door and observed. Her hands smoothed out over shapely hips, the tips rapping against her belt lightly. A keen observer might notice the hint of wickedly sharp claws at the ends of those slender digits, though that same keen eye might be more inclined to take a gander at the more curvaceous sights the feline barbarian had to offer.

 

[JadeKnight]

Kumio always did her best to make sure she knew who was around her, so she wouldn't be caught unawares. She gave the dwarf a nod as one of the bar maidens came to get her order. She gave a sweet smile to the red head as she listened to her suggestions of what to order. She hmmed quietly for a moment before speaking.

"Bring me a cup of hot tea and some chicken."

Once her food was ordered, she turned her attention towards the gnome and the two well dressed 'nobles'. She really didn't hold a high opinion of such people, mostly because she saw them only as potential customers. She listened to the exchange for a few moments as she looked over the rest of the tavern. The quieter atmosphere didn't bother her, but it didn't lessen her alertness either.

Her gaze stopped for a moment on the newly arrived feline, tilting her head a little. She had seen catfolk before, but never did any business with them or have much close contact. She gave a smile to the feline for a moment, leaning back against the bar counter. She reached up and patted her tunic lightly, tiny puffs of road dust whifting from beneath her slender fingers.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Hot Kitty Girl

Kali, what an unusual feeling is must have been for the slender feline beauty. To slip into a room full and mostly males, and most of the females who were there wouldn't be pleased to notice someone who would distract from the tips they were trying to garner with swaying hips and ignored gropes.

The silence would only last a few more moments before the Launch started to return to normal with each of the groups huddled around their tables sharing drinks, tall tales and a few of them even seemed to be using this time to devise a strategy for what they would do when they reached their destination.

"Wow you're gorgeous." The compliment said more in awe came from a man who looked like he'd be more at home in a lab than on the road as several small vials hung from his robes both inside and out. Though it was currently lifted up and out of his way his hat had some kind of either magnifying glass or some sort of scope. With a grunt he stumbled forward. "Oh did. . .I was thinking loud enough for people to hear again wasn't I?"

 

[Sean Renaud]

Ravenloft

"A prince is. . ." Behind the Lord and Lady were snickering. "You know it doesn't really matter what a prince is at the moment. I will do everything in my power to keep from encroaching to deeply into your lands." Blackwood shifted his weight raising himself up just slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you Vayah. I look forward to fighting along side you. If you don't mind however this is less comfortable than it looks even with the view."

 

[Sean Renaud]

JadeKnight

It only took a moment for her food to arrive but by the time it had the voices in the bar had started to get back to their normal routines, the dwarf had politely returned her nod and his gaze was now once again just scanning over the crowd as a whole. Then apparently satisfied he turned back to the stage where the Walkers were once again preparing to perform.

"You don't seem to be here with anybody." The barkeep mentioned in a gruff voice while serving a man to Kumio's left and handing a few more meals out to the serving girls. "I mean to say that you're chances of surviving out there increase a great deal if you have at least one or two people who you can trust to watch your back."

 

[deevo]

Sebastian Smythe

Sebastian was holding court in a quiet corner of the tavern. It was a curious thing about taverns: there were always quiet corners, no matter how rowdy a place it might be. This was certainly a rowdy enough little inn, though Sebastian was accustomed to such things. A gentleman he may be, but one who had met enough undesirables in his time to hold his own in such a place.

Right now, however, he wasn't concerned with bandits or brigands. He stood tall, with a cup of wine in one hand. A few lost souls were desperate for intellectual nourishment and he was holding them captive with his oratory.

"But thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou growest..."

"Did you write that?" asked a wide-eyed young serving girl.

"I did, my dear," replied Sebastian, smiling. "To see always the heartbreaking beauty of the world is my gift..." He turned his eyes away and frowned, full of sorrow. "And my curse."

She sighed. He tried not to grin.

His attention was caught, however, by an altercation at the door. Even with the din of the tavern, Blackwood Gayle's voice boomed loudest. Sebastian stole himself closer for a better look, remembering to bring the rest of his wine.

The man was tall and strong, while his company certainly looked impressive. But Smythe had to chuckle when he was brought down from his pedestal by what appeared to be a small child.

"If that's the prince," he muttered to a patron standing next to him, "I can't wait to meet the King."

 

[NotShyGuy]

Jin

The gunslinger made little fanfare about his entrance but the pistol and ammunition belt slung low across his hips drew eyes regardless. He covered the distance to the bar in a few long strides, taking a seat. Jin's clothing consisted of boots, dark breeches, a loose-fitting shirt, and a frayed canvas duster. He was young, only in his early twenties, and his body was lean, built for agility, not strength.

As the bartender approached, Jin said to him, "Coffee and bread. And some of that boar you've got roasting in the back, with plenty of salt."

Jin scanned the room and as his eyes came across the man dressed in coins, he felt his fingers involuntarily twitch. A single platinum piece could easily pay for his meal ten times over. He had lightened a few purses in his youth, but there were far too many people around to attempt it now. His eyes continued to move across the room, Jin saw the catgirl standing on the far side of the door, taking equal notice of the curves of her body and the flail and javelins that hung from her pack.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Deevo

The woman was instantly smitten, it was obvious from the look in her eyes as she almost seemed to devour him with her eyes. If not for another table that pulled her away she was almost certainly planning on using as a seat for the rest of evening but she was.

"If that's the prince," he muttered to a patron standing next to him, "I can't wait to meet the King."

The man, dressed in patch work vest and loose fitting pants that tucked into his boots chuckled slightly. "Yeah, that's all Gayles for you though. They are mostly just loud. My name Hurst, Micheal Hurst." He offered one hand but his other remained around a particularly large chicken leg.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Notshyguy

The bartender merely grunted then turned and called the order out louder over his shoulder before wandering down to the far end of the bar making certain everybody was still satisfied and comfortable, this might be the last time many of them set sight on civilization if not permanently certainly for a long time and that meant they did deserve one last night of good service.

From behind the oddly dressed man with the catgirl a dwarf muscled his way past his friend. "I recommend you watch yourself with the feline Chem, worst case scenario she snatches out your tongue and blesses me with your silence, best case scenario," his voice darkening with a dangerous grin, "I'm told they can get quite passionate and if you think you've regretted being clawed by a maiden wait until she gets her claws into you."

He like the man before, the weapon on his back, a musket in poor condition drew the attention of several of the people almost as much as his dual braided bright red beard. However the only thing he seemed interested in was Jin whom he immediately approached. "Nice weapon you've got there, it's rare I see anybody else with one of these."

As he pulled himself onto a stool obviously built for someone a little taller than he was the coffee and boar came delivered by blonde whose tunic was now transparent with sweat.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Watching the tall man kneel down to the gnome’s height was more than a little amusing, it had taken over the bustling common room for the moment, at least until the human decided he had enough on his knees. The catfolk almost laughed, though before even the huff of laughter rippled up from her throat she was distracted.

Those feline ears swiveled towards the man who spoke to her in what her senses took as awe. A curious sparkle appeared in those liquid amber pools as they took him in briefly. There was no denying that more than a few eyes was upon her lush, ripe frame; after all she did little to shield it from view. If the catfolk took offense from any wandering eyes she made no outward sign it annoyed her. That thick, black tail flicked out behind her as she turned fully to take in the man who had inadvertently spoke aloud.

“You did,” She finally spoke aloud, confirming his needless suspicion. Her voice was a throaty purr, a husky rumble in her throat that was more than a little alluring. Still, she took the man in with a curious look, as if she had never seen such a thing. Her examination was interrupted it seemed though as a dwarf pushed pass, causing those feline ears to fold back against her crimson mane. Her fingers twitched as if on instinct, the subtle hint of her claws clicking against a iron stud or two in the process.

“My kind are very passionate. You might get more than a scratch,” She retorted to the dwarf’s comments, even as she directed them at the man known as Chem. Her plush lips twitched slightly into a wide smirk of a smile, even as her gaze flickered up to the crowd about them for a brief moment.

“And I do bite…”

 

[Ravenloft]

"Than you have an ally in me... Prince." Vayah responded. "I can be of help, I know the territories, I can tell you who is worthy of respect, and why. I can track and hunt as well." She gave him a slightly cheeky grin as she saw him shift with discomfort, excusing himself to stand. The subtle comment about liking the view was not lost on her. Men of her tribe would either just try to carry her off to bed or not dare to even look at her. The strong and the weak, that was how it was in her tribe. Worthy and unworthy, in season, and out.

So, when he got up and turned to rejoin his table of companions, Vayah felt her cheeks burn hotly as her eyes were drawn to the man's behind. She tore her eyes away and looked around the room for a moment as if checking to see if anyone had noticed her reaction. The eyes of a man sipping wine in a far corner caught her attention. The mirthful, knowing look in his eyes made her feel naked and spurred her on to joining Blackwood's table quickly and without a true invitation. Without another thought she began dragging the heavy chair she'd brought to the bar over to his table.

"So, would you have any use for a tracker and native diplomat? I could save you more than a lake of bloodshed. That is... If you have ears to hear." She said, between little puffs of breath from the effort it had taken her to drag the chair back.

 

[NotShyGuy]

Jin handed 5 silver to the serving girl, "Thank you. And keep the change." he added. Turning to the dwarf, he replied, "I could say the same. Rarer still to see a musket with yourself. Most dwarfs I know would prefer something more close-range."

Jin continued to watch the feline, sipping his coffee, enjoying the overtones of dominance that the catfolk was exuding upon the nervous Chem. "Your friend there, the alchemist," he asked. "His first time seeing a catgirl, I imagine? He's shaking so much those vials in his own coat might be a bigger danger than the lady's claws."

 

[Sean Renaud]

Hot Kitty Girl

Chem swallowed. Hard. He took a quick glance around but it whether they'd slipped in while he was otherwise embarrassed or had decided to take the animals around he was finding himself if in not in the same situation as Blackwood, only slightly better off. After all the world hadn't gone silent and he was only blocking the newcomers who seemed to be slowing up a bit.

"I didn't mean that you were attra. .ct. . . I mean I didn't mean you weren't. . . I meant." Chem stammered slightly his eyes mostly fixated on that taut stomach. "Hi, I'm Chem and I apologize both for my speaking words and for my Dwarf for. . ." Chem honestly had no idea what the dwarf had done wrong but he was good enough at reading body language to know that despite her words she was more upset with Bunker than with her.

He pulled slightly at his collar adjusting his weight almost as if to run from her but if his plan was more complicated than running smack into the pillar behind him he wasn't particularly likely to succeed. "Do you have a name?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I mean of course you have a name, but would you tell me what it is you like to be named? Not that I would name you! I. ." he kinda stammered on until something stopped him.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Ravenloft

There was a brief exchange between Blackwood and his family that ended with Leelane giving a pouty if superior stare and crossing her legs more to raise her skirt up the extra few inches more for vanity than the slightest sense of lady like discretion.

Blackwood turned as soon as Vayah spoke a broad smile crossing her lips. He'd noticed her a second earlier and almost stood but something about her suggested that if he liked keeping her from skinning his favorite snake it wouldn't be wise for him to insult her by bringing her a chair, so he was just far enough out of his seat to get a snicker from his cousins when she arrived and he shrugged it of as an awkward stretch. "I would be honored to have to ride with me and mine. Provided you can keep pace, we plan to travel a little farther than the others many times. However a guide may make that considerably safer."

There was the slightest snicker from Tassis but it seemed for no immediate and completely unexplained thud followed by him suddenly becoming very interested in his meal and next to him Leelane had either just realized she had a navel or didn't want to find out the unexplained.

"I do have ears to hear, and also eyes to see." He grinned. "I'm sorry, I can't offer you a drink since they are already on the house but can I get you a meal? Or perhaps some of the finer wines I have with the rest of my belongings?"

"So, would you have any use for a tracker and native diplomat? I could save you more than a lake of bloodshed. That is... If you have ears to hear." She said, between little puffs of breath from the effort it had taken her to drag the chair back.[/QUOTE]

 

[Sean Renaud]

Notshyguy

"It's true. You don't see many a dwarf with a fire arm. I've known only seven in my life and five of them were part of the creation of the things. You'd think miners who'd developed the root for this weapon would recognize it's potential." He grinned for a moment then frowned. "Of course perhaps that is one of our weaknesses as dwarfs. You live too long and you get used to the way things were." His eyes sank but only for a moment.

That moment happened to be when Jin mentioned the catgirl. "You can never tell with Chem. Sometimes I swear he's out of his mind but he's like nothing I've ever seen when it comes to custom rounds and weapons." He paused slightly raising a brow at Jin. "You've a sharp eye on you, most mistake him for a mighty wizard with dozens of healing potions, not a testy alchemist who could easily level a building but I can tell you, for all his problems there are few men I would rather have by my side. Particularly if things get bad.

"I'd check her fangs before I let her give you a hickey Chem, it's not that I don't trust her, it's that I've heard how they scream with you and if she chose your neck and not the pillow you'll never finish Dragon Breath much less your Masterpiece!" He shouted making an order that was quickly filled in which amounted to a fairly enormous mug of honey mead heady enough to be fragrant even in that room.

 

[HotKittygirl]

kali w/Chem

She was expecting a flustered comment or perhaps a blush, but the stammering flurry of words she got was something the catfolk was not expecting. The man was tripping over himself apologizing, seemingly apologizing for apologizing. One ear cocked back against her crimson mane, the other twitched lightly as Kali held the man was an increasingly odd look drifting across her beautiful visage.

“You can call me Kali, in the human tongue at least,” She finally retorted, her tail flicking out behind her once more before she shoot a glance towards the dwarf and his incessant teasing.

“Do all dwarves talk so much?” She asked with a snort, her nostrils flaring before she took a sharp sniff of the air surrounding her. For now, she contented herself with giving the human named Chem another once over. He was an odd one, just what he did with those vials she had no idea. One in particular seemed to catch her interest, it was after all shiny. Those feline ears perked once more as she took a step forward and made a sudden grab for the vial.

“What is all this funny colored water?” She asked rather bluntly. The catfolk was the brightest person around, little did she know just what she was reaching for had the potential to blow the tavern sky high or at least set it aflame. “Is it some kind of booze?”

 

[Ravenloft]

Vayah looked about the faces gathered at the table, noting the odd pout Leelane gave, not sure what it meant. The Prince smiled down at her and made to stand up, but stretched instead. Human's so strange... She thought to herself as she eyed the one who'd snickered. "On foot I can, but if you're riding, i'd need a pony. I don't think Xax would able to keep up with you. He's my companion, I could always send him ahead though." She replied, turning her attention toward the prince until Tassis snickered again.

"Am I missing something?" She asked politely, looking between the three confusedly, whatever was so funny to them was completely lost on her. "I hear your words, Prince, and my heart is gladdened by them." She considered his offer and nodded, feeling a bit foolish that she had not yet obtained a drink. The stomach twinged at the suggestion of food as well. "I am quite hungry..." She admited.