<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/Honeycropped.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Honey</strong></span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>12 (Unarmored / shielded at the moment)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>33<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>Spot / Listen +10, Search +1<br/>Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1078073)<br/><hr/><br/>Honey was already at the table when asked to appreoach, so she simply leans a little closer, her thick braid falling from her shoulder so that the end dangles above the map.<strong>"Er... I don't know anything about your kingdom,"</strong>she notes to the Lady, her lips pursing as she gives a hapless little shrug.<strong>"I'm... New?"</strong>her brown eyes widen in realization.<strong>"<em>And</em> I'm probably meeting you before the diplomatic... entourage... Oh my. Oh."</strong>She clears her throat softly, and turns to scrutinizing the map as if she had the first notion of what was on it.<br/><br/>She listens to the talk of cultists, and the knight's response. Glancing up, she looks between the council members.<strong>"He does have a point... What's so bad about this cult, then? If they're just.... just..."</strong>She tries to imagine what must pass for insanity in these lands...<strong>"I dunno ...Walking around in nettle shirts and beating themselves with sticks or... whatever... Is that a problem? Are they hurting anyone?"</strong>There's a flicker under her hair, an ear twitching; more mobile than a human's at least. she seems genuinely curious; as one would imagine, since in this land of Pelor-worship, she might very well be a 'cultist' herself...<br/><br/>The talk turns to the exchange of money and how much ad<em>ugh</em>. Her wandering mind drowns that out without much hassle. Instead she goes back to studying the map, gnawing one of her tender lips in thought, tail flicking away beneath her cloak. One hoof leaves the floor as she leans further over for a better look, brows knitting together as she chases an idea around the wilds between her ears.<strong>"Well,"</strong>she murmurs quietly at first, then in a stronger voice, looking to the mustachioed man.<strong>"<em>Well</em>, look at us."</strong>She gestures towards the man talking to his pet mouse, the tiny top-heavy woman, the centaur, and then taps a finger against her own horns, flashing the councilman a pearly smile.<strong>"We might stand out kind of <em>a lot</em> among the ah, the, uhm, the stuffy crust...? of your kingdom?"</strong>Her brows crease again. Some kind of crust. Oh well.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>Buuuut</em>,"</strong>she continues, her own still wagging a little bit as she leans,<strong>"A border trade town surely has all sorts of weird people coming through."</strong>She lifts her brows at him, then looks at the lady and Marquis for verification, before settling back on both hooves.<strong>"Plus sir, if you're right, then the bunch of us nosing around some backwater place... Uh, no offense, your lady, it's <em>your town</em> and... uh, anyway, if we're poking around <em>there</em>, if there are a bunch of nobles who are in with this group in Aves, they're not going to get alarmed by that. Alarmed crazy cultists with lots of position sounds like it could be <em>bad</em>. And we could find leads that point that way, if so, for sure."</strong><br/><br/>She caught her lip in her teeth again, as she suddenly realized everything just spilled out in a torrent. Oh by the shawm, they weren't still talking about how much gold they can eat, were they? That's what humans did with gold, right? I mean it was metal, but you couldn't make weapons or armor out of it, and it was the main reason they<em>made</em>weapons and armor and... and now she's babbling to herself. She straightens up a bit, cheeks turning a rosier by several shades.