<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Q4IbKHo.jpg)  </div>Sparrow shoots an askance look at Valeria, lifting her eyebrow quizzically but, generally, remains silent about it.<br/><br/>"Meh," she says under her breath, "Probably nothin'.  Who's buying the first round, eh?  Gods I could use a few... maybe a footrub, a roasted chicken."<br/><br/>She sniffs lightly, "simply<i>fascinating</i>how much some people know about poison.  I mean... it's dangerous, isn't it?  A weapon with no wielder, simply... cast out into the world, hoping to get its target.  Ooh, d'you think their tavern has mead?  I adooore mead..."