Alaedra can only hope the imp that didn't warn her about the jaguar will become the big cats meal. The very thought of it makes her smile, even. Serve the little wretch right.<br/><br/>Now, to this form. Alaedra takes a look about the room, hoping to find some thing to write with in here though that'd probably be too much to hope for. If she can, though, she'll fill out the form and then head out, but if she can't, Alaedra figures she'll have to go out and see where else she can find a quill and ink. Maybe the imp has one, and if the cat ate it, then she won't even have to ask.<br/><br/>Of course, the jaguar is out there now, which is itself a problem. Alaedra figures she can deal with that when the time comes.