<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>Detention; Royal advisor's chamber<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Other Detainees (briefly), Reginald Thayer<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>passive perception: 12<br/><hr/><br/>Seven Berries had spent a good bit of time anxiously pacing, sizing up the walls and window placement. The longer the wait, the faster her bob tail flicked back and forth. She didn't like being captive, even if the captivity was being passed off as being a "guest." When the page comes to fetch her, her ears fold back a bit, and she clears her throat.<strong>"Er, ah, fine, fine..."</strong>She grimaced to the other arrestees, as if she thinks she might not be coming back, but does follow.<br/><br/><strong>"Reginald Thayer? Okay, look, I had no idea what the guard company was up to, I was just trying to keep the antelope from getting kidnapped, and I don't have any connection to the fellow you were after, see..."</strong>She interrupted him with a quick excuse. When he didn't seem terribly interested in that, she just sort of stood awkwardly until he presented a book.<strong>"uh... Alright?"</strong>she did in fact have a seat, and have a look at the book. In fact she flipped back and forward a few pages, just out of curiosity.<strong> "We don't go much for courtesy in Troit,"</strong>she commented, then glanced sidelong at the bison.<strong>"I'm Seven-Berries of the Dreaming Mountain..."</strong>She flipped a few more pages, then straightened her back.<strong>"...And? You obviously want something from me, and I hope you'll tell me because I don't know what to do with this."</strong><br/><br/>She considered a moment, rubbing at her chin.<em>Oh right</em>.<strong>"There's something I want from you, though."</strong>If she knew what was going on with the other detainees she probably wouldn't have phrased it that way...<strong>"A map. Well a <em>part</em> of a map."</strong>She leveled a look at him, standing from the chair. Even standing she had to tilt her head up to meet the tall Ungulu in the eye.<strong>"Ruins to the west, past the Nopale desert, past the Glasswastes, past the mountains beyond that even."</strong>Said mountains had a name, but<em>she</em>didn't know it, which annoyed her.<strong>"If you want me to stick my neck out for something to do with these, I don't know, lizards, then I'm going to need a copy of that first."</strong>her brows lifted.<strong>"No sense in offering it after, 'cause it's no good to me if my neck gets snipped."</strong>Her arms fold over her chest, trying to look stubborn on the issue.