<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/>It takes but a moment to offer a small smile in reply to Sera, seeming to enjoy his affectionate greeting despite having little concept of how to reciprocate.  She shrugs toward the others, still watching the Marquis and Shani from her meager distance across the misty plaza.  Noticing that her pipe is exhausted and beginning to cool, she taps it gently empty against the leather sole of her boot before tucking it away into her cloak.<br/><br/>Finishing the task, she heaves a deep sigh and turns her eyes to him then, appreciating his fresh-shaven jaw, and places one gloved hand, subtly, upon his thigh in greeting.  Her delicate face shows a mask of placid determination, but her expression softens in concern, her eyes glimmering for a moment before she turns her face back to his new mount.<br/><br/>"It's a nice horse," she says, her velvety voice almost inaudible over the sounds of the waking city.  Her small, graceful hand squeezes his thigh tenderly before she resettles her haversack, rechecking her sparse gear once more, and stands.  She walks a few steps to the building's alley, emerging a few seconds later leading her own small mount by its reins-- a gray, gelding pony-- from its hitch in the alleyway.  She lifts one hand in a gesture of presentation, smiling faintly, and shrugs toward the others, ready to be on their way.