<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/c79689cafce4316a232d3d7d029d3922/tumblr_pg67nehEma1utyn51o2_r1_540.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Seven-Berries<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>General plaza area, watching the execution; then off to intercept Alyssa and "friends"<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alyssa, general<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>passive perception: 12;<br/><br/>Seven-Berries was annoyed. She had tracked rumor and clue to Memphia for half of a map, only to find it was locked away in some noble's collection. She<em>had</em>planned to simply poke her nose in and see where she could get with the court. But then this guy... ohhh,<em>this guy</em>and his attempted regicide had put a big kink in<em>that</em>plan. Any attempt to grease palms or groom ears right now would probably get her locked away in a box underground. The fur on her arms bristled up at<em>that</em>thought.<br/><br/>So, here she was, perched on a second-floor balcony (Hopefully the tenant claiming ht adjoining room wouldn't mind...) munching on a pear and watching the execution. Bastard. Making<em>her</em>life more difficult. She didn't care too much about the king - he wasn't<em>her</em>king, and from what she understood the succession was pretty straightforward, so no civil wars or anything. But causing her problems? Oh, that was annoying. Her snub tail gave a few flicks behind her, as if to release some small bit of agitation.<br/><br/>Seven tugged her jacket closer around her shoulders; the morning was still chilly, especially here in the shade. She would figure something out. Maybe just outright offer her services; If someone were trying to kill the king, maybe an alchemist could make good inroads... and better gold. Her pink tongue brushed out to clear some pear juice from her lip; that seemed like a sound move. It was just a question of<em>who</em>and [/i]when[/i]...<br/><br/>A figure below caught her eyes; absurdly tall, no, wait, those were horns. The beads and feathers were out of place here, but seemed familiar. Seven's nose quivered a bit, tongue curling against the roof of her mouth as she collected the faint scent of the crowd below... and made an unhappy noise at the ahem,<em>bouquet</em>that she got. The tassels on the tips of her ears bounced as she spat to the side to clear her senses, but still, she was pretty sure; that was the druid, from the place, with the thing... Honestly the<em>specifics</em>were a little hazy, but the figure stood out. Her eyes followed said figure, and the corner of Seven's mouth lifted as one of those hazy memories got a little more clear... And there were some humans making no secret of following her.<br/><br/>Seven let herself slip from the balcony, dropping the two meters down to land on well-padded feet, and began easing her way through the crowd towards Alyssa and her... company. With her satchel on her back, it wasn't the smoothest crowd-threading in the world, but...