<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m54uqsTAm51qijb9po1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mikayla<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cecropia<br/><strong>Move:</strong>Seek Counsel from Cecropia. FAIL. Fate intervenes BUT Cecropia still picks one: (1) Mikayla gets +1 to follow her advice; (2) Mikayla gets an XP after following her advice; (3) Mikayla's existing Relationship with someone goes up by 1.<br/><hr/><br/>Mikayla and Cecropia had a booth to themselves at the crowded bar, watching the patrons. Travelers from all over had been forced to seek shelter when trapped in the city, and the Inn was overflowing with guests. The mimic credited Cecropia with the sweet deal that the innkeeper had given them; she had a way of getting what she wanted.<br/><br/>Much to Mikayla's continued gratitude, 'what Cecropia wanted' had so far worked to her benefit as well. The most immediate bounty was the bowl of stew and loaf of bread sitting in front of her.<br/><br/>"This sure beats turning into a trash pile and eating rats in the alley!" she declared, breaking off half the bread and picking up her stew.<br/><br/>Of course, they had to earn their keep. She gazed around the room. "I could start a fight and probably burn this whole place down, maybe the whole block, just by shoving that hillman over there or any number of the rest of these folks." As she spoke, she lowered the stew and bread beneath the table and a slurping, smacking sound emanated from below. She returned the empty, pristine bowl to the table and leaned back, the very tip of an enormous pink tongue disappearing beneath the bottom of her 'corset.'<br/><br/>She returned the gaze of her light brown eyes to the winged woman sitting across from her. "Preventing trouble seems a bit harder than<em>starting</em>it," she said, with a crooked smile. "And it seems like it's just a matter of time before someone starts something. What should we do?"