<hr/><strong>Marsilia</strong>, Vodacce Roof-runner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=265143.msg13087932#msg13087932)<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10oikyb.jpg)</div><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Night // The Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate, Juliana, Genevieve, Isabela, and just about everyone else, too<br/><hr/><br/>It was not easy to tell which annoyed the tiny Vodacce scoundrel more--the sudden hue and cry, being so unceremoniously dumped out of Kate's lap, or the very fact that the disturbance signaled in some way that she'd been right to cynically anticipate just such a turn for the evening...and having promised not to let any variation of "I told you so" pass her lips, she was in no position to capitalize on her foresight.  Instead, she rolled her eyes, glanced over at Leja as if taking the measure of the equally petite Sarmatian, shrugged as if to say 'what is to be done' and followed after La Bella Capitana, a dagger seeming to appear in one hand as if conjured by will and wit alone.<br/><br/>"<em>Porca miseria</em>..."