She pouted at this, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hands, her elbows on her knees, which would have the added bonus of giving Navoc a pleasant, though not particularly lewd, view of her cleavage. "Aww! Are you sure? I know a nice spot on the ridge looking over the festival grounds; it's got a nice view, but far enough away that it's not too loud, and it's fun to sit out in the fresh air, watching the Dark Irons attack and get repelled now and again. And maybe then I could share this recipe a friend gave me for a sobriety potion!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>