<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div>Onette had been pretty ashamed of herself, that she couldn't meet with the others as planned; It turned out that Ruthe had a lot of chores planned that Onette couldn't escape. And of course Olisse fell sick and wasn't able to show up for her shift so<em>that</em>had to be handled. it's almost as if mother had heard and suspected her daughter woudl get up to mischief! Uncanny. Onette had consoled herself that night with the notion that no one else would just leave her behind like that...<br/><br/>Well, she was wrong. Finding out the other girls had run off on their own (without her!) was wrenching. But at least Pie had gotten stalled too. How about that, the two ringleaders of this whole idea, left behind. Well, this all being the case, even Ruthe's sour look couldn't stop Onette from snatching the family sword and her own lute, and running out to help the Militia recover her friends!<br/><br/>It had turned out to involve more walking than she anticipated, and less boldly flourishing her blade against scabrous brigands. At least thus far.<br/><br/>One good thing though, Onette actually got to play her instrument without a hardassed woman scolding her for slipping on an occasional chord or getting "too dancy" (whatever that meant.) At the moment, this is what she was doing, perched on a camp stool, legs neatly crossed, strumming and singing the refrain of<em>"The Butcher's Hungry Wife,"</em>to the laughter of some of the militiamen. She cast a bright smile over at Allia and Quarion at the line about how said wife likes a thick joint of meat, winking at her halfling friend teasingly.<br/><br/>After a few more lines of the song, she set the instrument down, and made her way over to the trio.<strong>"Those wines were a reward for you,"</strong>she tells Erin matter-of-factly.<strong>"For saving the fox. That was some steed or hound of the Little Folk..."</strong>She looked to Allia again, smirking slightly<strong>"The <em>other ones</em>, I mean."</strong>She looked back to the elf then, speaking in a serious tone.<strong>"I wouldn't be talking about <em>selling</em> their gifts where they can hear." </strong>