The sound of details came across as more boring to her ears.  Blessed was not naïve enough to believe that armies marched without food and ships sails over the ocean with no maps, but indeed such things did not concern her.  So when word of those matters arose, threatening to squash the adventure ahead, she tilted her head to the side quizzically.  Eyes seemed to become distant once more before focusing on the map in consideration.  That slim figure leaning forward to gain a better view just as the door parted from its mantle.<br/><br/>A knife was suddenly thrust downward into the lines.  Such drama made for a pleasant smile on her lips.  There was almost a coo as she watched the theatrics, so much so that she nearly missed the words.  Yet trained ears picked up the lyrics to his song, dissected each piece to play in her mind.  Tales that could be spun were being forged yet they each reached a poor conclusion.  For a moment her eyebrows furrowed in thought and a line of concern passed her brow.  A simple shake of her head was given as she focused anew on the next speaker.<br/><br/>“The villain of a story is labeled so by their actions, not their intent.  Such a small line between hero and villain, so fragile and small.  Fame and infamy, the choice is there but is it only for a bard to discern?”<br/><br/>(If I must..then 1willpower it is.)<br/>