While Brelia has always had a knack for getting along with other people and being able to read them, the same could not be said for her ability to appraise objects. She has little confidence in her ability to discern the value of material goods on her own, so she doesn't bother trying to appraise and get the best prices; rather, she goes for market price. (( No appraisal checks here ))<br/><br/>Taking a few steps into the Tipsy Unicorn is all the kitty needed to do in order to get the information she wanted: the fact that the rowdy bunch there was to go on an expedition into the forest, supposedly in order to beat back the encroaching vines that she'd heard about. Or perhaps it was to investigate that loud crashing sound. The feline doesn't know for certain the purpose, but she knows full well that it's dangerous, so she silently wishes the bunch of them the best of luck in returning safely. Her brief time in the tavern is also enough to tell her that Jon is already wasted, and deciding that swapping stories with the rest of her pit-fighting buddies can wait, she turns on her heel and exits the bar to address the kid that had been following her.<br/><br/>She adjusts her new eyeglasses with one hand. "Hey there, kiddo," she says with a smile, then crouches down so that she is eye level with the kid. "What's up? Did you need something from me?" she asks while tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. She lets her words hang in the air for a moment before coming up with a half-joking hypothesis. "Ooh, are you a fan of mine? I'd love to give you an autograph, if you had the pen and paper for it." Her expression goes from curious to cheerful, with her tail swishing softly from side to side behind her head.