<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?1)      </div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Penn Bogues</strong></span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=73849)<br/><b>AC:</b>19<br/><b>HP:</b>44/44<br/><b>Status:</b>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>One of the lessons that the whisper gnome's taken from her time on the surface is that, especially among humans, it's somehow considered impolite to not be seen.  Doing so can result in horror from some, and virulence from others, so Penn is careful to step from the natural places she'd be screened from view, to avoid the corners or the shadows and everyplace else she's drawn to.  She understood it on her own terms as a complete contradiction to the behavior's she'd internalized since birth, which was something most surfacers couldn't understand.<br/><br/>The closest description she'd heard of something remotely similar-- if she understood it right-- was from the mouth of one of Sera's trysts.  One night's honey-haired conquest had prattled on and on about how strange it was to be naked in front of someone-- how she'd spent her whole life hiding her body, and here she was... ugh, that one was boring, hardly worth watching, repetitive and with her hardly responding a bit.  But that description had struck a chord.  A weak one, as full of senseless sophistry and ludicrous 'modesty' as anything else they did.  Humans and their prattle.<br/><br/>A roast pheasant, two rolls, and a handful of cherries gradually vacated their respective plates, and the whisper gnome kept her ears trained for turns in the conversation.  She was unnerved at the motley group, but showed none of it.  She'd never even seen a centaur outside of reliefs and woodblock prints, though she'd heard tales... mostly of the ribald variety.  And a creature of the woods..?  Fun, but loud.  tufty... possibly fun to watch.  A hulking idiot..?  that's not good.  This could self-destruct.  Sera would have to take control of this operation for anything worthwhile to get done.<br/><br/>Penn watched Shani, taking quiet note of how she savored the fruit she devoured, how she appreciated the noble and her servant.  This one was interesting; she was not prey, but would be fun to chase anyway.  Penn folded her arms under her breasts and studied Shani for a moment longer than the others, thoughts sparking her dark eyes alight, before she turned her gaze back to the others with certainty that it was prudent among them.<br/><br/>While introductions were made, Penn studied the two women in charge of the room, regarding their builds with a meager satisfaction that, no doubt, more than governing went on in these halls.  She nudged Sera with her elbow, letting one of her smooth, dark eyebrows twitch slightly higher as she shot a pointed glance at the Lady of the Faith.  For the faintest moment, her rouged lips seemed to swell as she pursed them, then the expression faded to a faint smirk before she sidled into the shadows again.  Otherwise, she had only minimal interest.