<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/z284SRZ.jpg)</div>Nephie stuck out her tongue at the assembled crowds. What she did with her silver and her friends, she felt, was her own business. "Yeah. Noble elfies all forgetting that the rest of us can't understand their weird, fancy language." She grinned at Vanessë. "Not you, though. But your language's still weird." She had to pause when Erin started to speak above the crowds. "Well, it looks like someone's trying to get the militia to do something about it.", she said, with an annoyance apparently shared with Onette. Erin usually meant well, she supposed, but he always seemed too... stuffy for her tastes. "I've never needed any militia to fight bandits before.", she said. "If you all want to go play pretend soldiers, then fine. But I'd rather go with 'Nette's plane." She returned the inn girl's smile. "Out the window with pots on our heads, right? Bandits will never know what hit them."