The party'd gotten a move on after Kay fed her slightly bulging frame with whatever was put in front of her, tail twitching with interest as various plans are discussed or discarded. She kept her own peace, but the idea of going groveling to some hack in fancy clothes and a wig for a job to do what she could do with her own two hands and her teeth struck her as all but intolerable. The tenuous conclusion the group had reached, to strike out on their own to at least make a name for themselves, fit Kay's mind much more smoothly than that. And so, after she'd gotten out of the inn with her worldly possessions on her back, the faun was feeling pretty content with the state of the world. She wasn't hungry, she'd gotten laid last night, and nothing was right that minute trying to kill her and she had a bit of money. What else could she ask for?<br/><br/>She's running on her own two hooves before her mind consciously processes that something is<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>, let alone before she has time to make some kind of reasoned decision about whether or not she should wait and bring everyone up to speed with her. She's already got her sword out, though, alarmed and ready for trouble when she catches sight of the plant. That Brelia's right by her side is a welcome boon- meant she wasn't going to be the sole target for this thing- but her words catch the faun a little short. "Wait, you KNOW that kid?!" Kay blurts. "Well, hell, now we gotta go cut him out. HEY! ANYONE WANT SALAD!?" She booms out, using her performer's voice.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/678855">Perception</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20-1</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">17</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/678856">Init</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+1</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">10</span></span>