Mouse nodded to Zavros when he asked if the food was safe to eat. Even if it wasn't, the power she held over poisons would see them through. It was refreshing, in its own way, to see Kisara look so calculating and so suspiciously at the food while she herself ate without care. She had been feasted in her time - she had been<em>important</em>, after all - and even if her own people's fare didn't measure up to it she knew the gesture and that to refuse would insult their hospitality.<br/><br/>When Maur-Azur asked their plans, though, Mouse bit her tongue. A truthful answer would have been 'see my people safe' but she had been decidedly closed-mouth around the Dynast that she even<em>had</em>people to look after and she had no desire to change that. Better to limit the scope of a Dragon's betrayal to those who could weather it best.<br/><br/>"Truth be known I hadn't had a great many plans in coming to Hacre. It was a stop on the way and you were an opportunity, all told," she steepled her fingers. The former sword-saint could look like she knew what she was doing with the best of them. "But you present a better opportunity than most. Zavros," she turned to her companion, "you've raised a couple of ships already. How would you feel about raising a city?"