<div class="floatright">(http://orig01.deviantart.net/cf17/f/2010/166/3/6/comission___jordan_con_vestido_by_fasslayer.jpg)</div><strong>Jordan Fenix (http://www.orcpub.com/dungeons-and-dragons/5th-edition/character/list/94923)</strong><br/><br/>Jordan shakes her head, "yes... I know they won't answer." confused, she ponders and the nods. "no, they won't answer. I am not talking about the thing... but to the public beyond... you see... we are in this show... and so we must play our part... and acknowledge the public..." Jordan's says as she extends her arms as if trying to mention the whole world, when she does she steps back, stumbling and for a moment losing her feet, but before she falls on her ass, she moves forward graciously and bows deeply to the queen and the elf as if they were the public.<br/><br/>She straightens herself and raises her finger as if to say something, but takes a long moment to answer, she appears to be thinking. Inside her head she is taking time considering her new expenses, the armor she needs to pay and that she failed to work decently for. And then her own customs and rules. "Yes." She answers confidently.<br/><br/>When both women look at her, surely confused by her answer, she blushes. Opens her mouth as if to say something, then close it, consider her words again and then she answers. "Yes, I would be humbled and glad to accept your hospitality, Majesty. Or yours, distant cousin." te comment making reference to her half-elf ancestry.<br/><br/>"As about the place... I heard the Dragon's Head Inn has a bathhouse... and I for one would welcome a hot bath." She graciously and casually steps toward the petite queen, her finger touching the redhead's nose where she is still  stained with blood, "as I am sure you would too, Majesty."