<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)  </div><strong>Florica</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rowan Riks, Lady Caithwaine, Will Stoutly<br/><strong>Status</strong>: normal<hr/><br/>Florica let out a soft sigh as they began to follow the constable. She glanced aside at Rowan, a slight hint of a smirk passing ephemerally over her features before she turned her attention back to Will with her usual stoic neutrality. For all her foolishness, the girl did prove herself amusing to have around. Her easily-flustered nature certainly provided entertainment enough for Florica on occasion. As Rowan mused at the pleasantness of an inn room, she offered only a nod. She couldn't deny that an actual roof over their heads and real beds sounded pleasant, accustomed though she may be to beds of packed dirt under the night sky.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye she couldn't help but watch as the constable seemed to rather shamelessly checking out her companion. She wondered momentarily if she should feel slighted, but truthfully, she cared little. Besides, she could hardly blame him, Florica had certainly been guilty of doing the same a few times during their travels. Perhaps there were even ways to utilize his blatant admiration to their own ends should they have need to. Florica certainly had no qualms over stooping to such tactics.<br/><br/>After Will spoke of the inn, that slight hint of a smirk once again crossed her lips as she mused over his words, thinking to herself,<em>'Yes, I imagine you would want Rowan close, wouldn't you?'</em>Of course, openly she said nothing of the sort, and instead simply replied, "The inn sounds lovely, as does the coin. I trust, given our locale, fresh fish is on the menu?" Florica was far from a picky eater, though truth be told, she hadn't had good, fresh fish in what felt like ages. The thought even made her a little nostalgic, though she was certain the local means of preparing seafood was little like what she had grown up with.<br/><br/>Turning her head towards Amanda, she chuckled softly and added, "If the house is merely creaky and the villagers filled with ale, then we will have earned our coin by bringing these poor folk some peace of mind, I think."