Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Court of Skulls, Tonate Proper

It had been a delightfully slow day at the Maith Mansion. He had woken up alone in the tower of the Seneschal, had his morning swim in the royal harbor, enjoyed a modest breakfast of crispy bacon and eggy rice with blackened peppers, and had conducted and adjourned an early council meeting. Everything, at least for the moment, was relatively peaceful. The festival was long over and his sister had gone with the majority of the war fleet north, taking the Vortigerns and many of his more troublesome scag sympathizers with her. Even his court, which was open for the first time since the Skaggerly trial, was bereft of it's usual problems. The wives, save for one, would not be in attendance. The Guild of Stonemasons and the Guild of Wharfmasters were placated. No bards or jesters were slotted to "Entertain" Him. Perhaps that was why he brought the common girl in first. 

The Pirate King watched as they brought her in. She was not slotted to be brought before the court at all. Valkrin Farensun, his captain of the city watch, had found her capturing rats in a tavern and selling them to his own men for... Whatever reason. He did not know and he did not _want_ to know. Valkrin kept a tight ship, of that he was certain, but some of his men were less scrupulous than others. But she was doing as much in an area where vendors were not permitted, and other reports had said she was cutting them open and serving them roasted. After careful consideration, Bradai concluded that he would rather give out fields of free rice to the poor before he allowed the roasted rat to be the food of Tonate Proper. 

When his wife, Lella-Long Lanterns, was comfortably reclined beside him and his desk had been properly positioned before his throne, the common girl was brought in. After she was announced and his ledgers were set before him to record the interaction, the Pirate King placed his spectacles upon his crooked nose and asked:

"Do you fink it's funny, vhat your name is Mouse and you catch rats?"
Elissa
Mouse
The Court of Skulls

"M'name's no 'mouse'," Mouse said with a furrowed brow,"Like yer name's no 'yer majesty' but yer still called it, er... Yer majesty."

Her eyes flickered from the king to his wife in attendance and then back to the king. She pushed down a smile at how funny the king always looked beside his wives, a pigeon amongst peacocks.

"N' I do *Not* Sell tainteded meat, I dunno vhere 'e got vhat from." She said, jutting a thumb accusatorially at the crier as the manacles on her wrists jangled. She hoped he wouldn't notice the missing premolars in her smile.
Christina
Cecilia Lyanah 
Some Alleyway, Tonate Proper, Southern Isles

Her clawed finger began to change as the sharpened bone withdrew into her nail bed, shifting back to its original shape associated with her current form. The shifter brought her wrist to her lips and snaked out her tongue to run across her healed flesh, as if to clean the blood from her skin before it had a chance to dry. Listening to him question further on her healing abilities, her smirk returned with a shrug of her shoulders. 

"Just slightly." She wasn't about to give away all her tricks, especially with the way he was looking towards her in a calculating manner. She simply wanted to prove to him that she was far different compared to a human. "So yeah, never compare me to a human again or else our conversations will not be as pleasant as this one." 

She knew it was unwise to threaten the man before her, however the shifter was never one to think of consequences of her actions. And with that, Cecilia began creeping backwards from Galt-Drake with small strides, not trusting to turn her back towards him as she went to leave his presence for the time being. 

"I'll be seeing you shortly." With both her lips tugging outwards into a cheshire grin, the shifter waved her hand quickly in front of her face once she had acquired a safe distance and pivoted in her step to sprint away.