<i>So the hound was here! </i><br/><br/>Delilah ignored the witch's unfunny attempt at humour at Delilah's expense. That was the sort of bigoted prejudice that had seen her people turned away from their traditional camping and hunting grounds, forcing many to put down roots, take up degrading jobs like whoring or singing, or even worse: fortune telling.<br/><br/>Delilah was more fortunate than most having secured a most interesting position a number of years ago. But still.<i>When the time comes, my pretty, you and my blade will become better acquainted, I am sure!</i><br/><br/>She chuckled as the one who smelled of fish bandied insults with the witch. The rogue knight called a halt to the banter saying no one wanted to listen to insults being traded. She grinned and said softly, "Mayhap Oi does?"<br/><br/>But Will introduced himself and Carmen showed a complete lack of interest in him or the ... short guy. She raised an eyebrow as fish-lady uttered her curse, then transformed it into a less deadly one. She had no doubt of the power of such. Gypsy magic is not as strong as other types but it is a lot more subtle and less noticeable. It was unfortunately not something she was particularly skilled in.<br/><br/>She eyed the map with the practised eye of one long used to travelling, amused by the unnamed keep to the East. She feigned interest when Videl mentioned the money. "Jost e'zac'ly 'ow 'efty an amarnt o' gawld woi tarkin abart? Oi means t' say gawld ain't 'zac'ly loit  t' begin wi' zo 'ee moit warn' be an ince marr spekifkik? Ptah! Spersific, Oi means." She spat on the floor to untangle her tongue and get the word right.<br/><br/>But the mention of Aeldredus did seem to ruffle some feathers... The woman Draya was doing her best to hide it but one thing gypsies are good as is reading people.<br/><br/>Seemed that her feathers weren't so ruffled that she was going to sit this one out though.<i>Interesting. </i><br/><br/>"Oi'll tay alarn fer t' roid. Mayhap Oi win Oi zum dart gawld, eh? Hrr hrr hrr!"<br/><br/><div style="border: 0px;font-color:transparent;height: 6px;background-image:linear-gradient(to right, transparent, #FF0000 , transparent); margin: 7px 0px 7px 0px"></div><br/>"Ahhhh rumbly-um dum,<br/>Go the hooves on the the plane,<br/>Ah-ribble-hee-hay<br/>Is the cry of the mares.<br/>Tra-hey-trahey-ho,<br/>All sing the bold stallions.<br/>The herd they are travelling<br/>Ah-HO! La ha-ley."<br/><br/>The ox cart was creaking slowly up the slight rise toward the city gate, the oxen oblivious to anything save the weight they were pulling, their thirst, and the stinging pain from the carter's whip. The carter himself, a man of few words and fewer actions, was painfully and suddenly aware of the worst torture his ears had ever endured. The voice itself was pleasantly female but it's owner shoud probably have her throat cut for attempting to inflict upon the world what could barely be called a tune, if one were feeling generous.<br/><br/>The carter was certainly not a musician nor a patron of the performing arts, and had been known to join in a chorus or two when the ale was in him, but this voice was by far the worst he had ever witnessed. He was about to draw his whip and give whoever was assaulting his ears a good thrashing, when the owner of the voice stepped  into the road in front of him.<br/><br/>"Hooooh! Whoooaa! Heave ye boogars!" He hauled hard on the reins and managed to stop the oxen just a few inches from the magnificent centaur.<br/><br/>"Ah good day to you my man. I am seeking information. Might you have come across, in your travels, the Clan Greyhoof? I appear to have misplaced them."<br/><br/>"No ma'am, beggin' yer ladyship's pardon. Ain't seen hide nor hair, Ma'am. But, there's a notice board on the post by the gate there, maybe someone's posted something? Or maybe you could post something.  Save you ladyship almost gettin' run down by ox carts..."<br/><br/>"Why thank you good fellow. Here's coin for your help." She flipped the man a copper piece which he speared out of the air with one hand, bit, and dropped it into a pouch on his overcoat. The centaur stepped out of the way and the oxen pulled again, the cart creaking slowly past towards the city gate. Sayani Greyhoof shrugged her shoulders, whisked her tail and trotted to where the carter had indicated. One particular notice caught her eye, and she scratched her head thoughtfully. She was a better than average shot with a bow and having 'cavalry' on your side was always good in a fight. This party might even be searching for the missing Centaur herd. It was unlikely, but still. Even if they weren't, which was far more likely, they might still travel to places the herd might be.<br/><br/>It was worth a shot!