<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/butKjEG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lilisa Langley<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018; 12:00 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>McAlester Freehold / Aldridge Hotel<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Pooka<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>Shenanigans<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>PCs & Sir Geoffrey<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The coyote-girl wandered her way through the freehold with some small bit of reserve, cautiously peering around corners before turning them, walking slow and softly. She would almost be sneaking if not for the Giant Fluffy Black Dog (https://www.k9rl.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/Show-Quality-Tibetan-Mastiff.jpg) that troded along side her without any regard for possible hazards, slowing only to snuffle here and there at the occasional interesting scent. It didnt take long before they arrived at the elevator, taking a moment to look over Sir Goeffrey before she slunk over, the dog sitting on the floor next to her in an almost regal manner. She suddenly stands up straight, ears and tails up as she pulls a kazoo from her pocket and pipes a brief tune, "Presenting! Der Schnüffler von Hintern, Urinierer von Wasserhydranten, Jäger von Eichhörnchen, Esser von unbeaufsichtigten Kuchen, und Straßenschmutzer! Emperor Supreme Woofs."<br/><br/>She drops to a knee and holds out her arms with head bowed as if presenting in an overly dramatic courtly style, the giant dog who simply sits there with a placid doggy look of one that has learned to just roll with it, He gives another snuffle before scooting over just before Geoffrey, tail wagging in a friendly and inviting manner, a brief pause to give another huff towards the girl behind him, who was readying the kazoo for another round, only to get a sour look and glower at the dog who proceeds to ignore her as she stands up and sighs, "And i am Lilisa Langly" she makes a small curtsey, "Called by the Duchess to do standard stuff. Loot unattended containers, not use coasters under glasses, put silverware in wrong drawers, general mayhem. If time...? Mmmmmaybe dirty limericks on bathroom walls." She pulls out the missive delivered to her, stained with soda, dog drool, possibly have been on fire a little at some point, and a couple marks that are nigh impossible to identify, and offers it to him before waggling her hand in the air, "We will have to see."