Location: Kirborg, The Keep<br/>Date / Time: March 16, early afternoon<br/>Tagging: Eztli, Mialla<br/><hr/>Ulfgar scrunched his face into an expression that would have looked about ready to stick out his tongue if he were a younger man, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The bard was pretty much part of the keep by now, as far as the sergeant was concerned, and the baroness had never dropped a bad word about her. In his book that meant she was about as entitled to a little friendly banter as any of the boys under his command.<br/><br/>"Very funny, miss Mialla. But you let me be the judge of what directions I give someone, what with you being oh so familiar with these parts."