Garashna rarely gave an opinion about things that were going on around them.<br/>Of course it was a different matter with her friends, amongst those she liked and above all, trusted, she felt that she could speak, often bluntly, but without causing offence.<br/><br/>However, when it came to strangers, Garashna was far more wary.<br/><br/>As the door burst open and Reya jumped to her feet, Garashna's hand immediately went to her hunting knife. (Even wearing a dress, her belt, pouch and knife were permanent fixtures, she felt naked without them.)<br/><br/>Relaxing when she saw Xholkrox, follow behind the old T'Skrang, she sat back and grunted.<br/>"Looks like Blue's brought us some<em>entertainment</em>"<br/><br/>The silver coin, that had sat quite happily on the table while she talked to her friends, had now been gathered up and tucked safely into her pouch.<br/>Troubadours... like vagabonds, tinkers and anyone else proclaiming themselves famous or extraordinary, were not to be trusted...