<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Knowledge (esoteric) check: automatic failure (untrained)</div></div></div><br/>Sherani tenses at the sound of armor, half-expecting another ambush... or worse, another run-in with Captain Clyde and his goons. She relaxes at the Fennec woman's arrival, but only slightly- she may not be one of Clyde's, but the little fox is still government, which in Sherani's mind is synonymous with "trouble." (Along with several other<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>unpleasant words.)<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Talia wrote:</cite>"I am second-commander Talia Arwen. Just have a few questions for the lot of you, and I'll leave you to your breakfast."</div></blockquote><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Grettle &amp; Thram wrote:</cite>"DAMNIT! GET OFF ME YOU LOON!"<br/><br/>"LOSE SOME WEIGHT, YOU FAT FURBAG, AND Y'COULD FIT IN THE DAMN DOOR!"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> *CcrrrrEEEEEEE!*</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">THUD!</span><br/><br/>"Bacon? Hah, knew I smelled something!"</div></blockquote><br/>She's momentarily thrown off guard, though by the Fennec's retinue: two giant twin foxes with what might as well be a slapstick routine, and an overdressed squirrel who smells like a spice rack. Sherani eyes the trio incredulously,wondering for a moment if they're really the local watch, or a traveling circus... Until Talia speaks up again.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Talia wrote:</cite>"...Now, where were we. Last night. You four. Here, or not?"</div></blockquote><br/>"Uh... here," Sherani replies., still slightly distracted by the taur-twin's antics. "Mind if I ask why you're askin'?"