<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tumblr_mx2f6th4Fi1qzl05no1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Pénelope d'Aumont, "Penny"</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Talonius Keep<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>warm woolen scarf over her shoulders and neck, a hat she stole from a ferrier, and skirt and tunic.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1071359<br/><hr/>"Next time, I'm riding with the two of you," Penny informed Jude and Aralyn when they arrived,  as she untied herself from the too-large saddle. "<em>Or</em>better yet, I'll conjure one of my own! I saw Taltus do that once, but never figured I needed to learn how, I mean, it's not as if I had any plans to go on long, cross-country trips." She sniffs, rubbing her backside with both palms. "Which reminds me, I need to poke my nose into more divination spellwork, my foresight is<em>terrible</em>."<br/><br/>Once the group had entered the keep and been welcomed by Crassus, Penny was not the least bit hesitant to reach for some of the food. "Oh, thank the gods above and below it's not more fish," she whispered, adding soft cheese and apple slices to a slab of bread. She was about to tuck in when Jude asked her question, and Penny paused; better to hear the answer, than the sound of her own chewing. "Wait. So we will be... running this town? Like a council? Of equals, I presume." A sharp glance is shot at Edmund, before she looks back to Crassus. "I've not run anything more complicated than a scrivener's shop, and that was only on weekends."<br/><br/><em>Now</em>the halfling bites into her long-awaited meal, sighing softly through her nose. She's quiet for a moment after swallowing, figuring out how to make herself sound more solemn, before speaking up. "If... if it's not too morbid to ask... what took him?"