Abigail's lip curls into a triumphant sneer when the peasant woman urges the knife-eared brat at her side home. Abigail takes a step towards her, eager to twist the knife into this repugnant blood-traitor, but to her chagrin the woman simply says "Enjoy your final day in Tahnok," before turning to the Lady High Pigfucker in the hopes of making a bit of coin off the back of Krastov mints.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Details-Magazine-christina-ricci-688022_387_500.jpg)</div>Abigail glowers, and flexes the fingers of her right hand into a fist. On her left shoulder, Lenore ruffles her feathers, feeling the same deep inwards cry of despair like a climax denied, but before Abigail can accost the peasant into doing something foolish -<em>anything,</em>she prays, that would give her an excuse.<em>Anything</em>- Delilah is speaking, and her cheerful tones pull Abigail back to the present. When next she assesses the situation, it is her master's voice in her head -<em>There are more important issues at hand, child,</em>he would have told her.<em>Always seek out opportunity whereforeever it may lay; always seek to expand upon our agenda and broaden your own powers. Petty girlish diversions can wait.</em><br/><br/>The pale-skinned girl relaxes her hand, and pets Lenore under her beak. The raven ruffles her feathers gratefully in response as Abigail spits at the woman's shoes, and then turns back towards Delilah.<br/><br/>"Oh, aye," she says at length in response to Delilah's question, finally scraping her eyes from the peasant woman to the impossibly beautiful girl who frequents the Ivy. She nods at Krystofs. "Aye you'll find it to your liking, an' true," she says to the one she's already pegged as a drunk. She's less certain of his Highborn companion but then, all noble lords fucked pigs and danced naked in the moonlight so what deviancy the Lady On High kept to, Abigail was certain the Ivy Star didn't cater to. And she could fuck off if she thought to prove otherwise. Abigail spits again, this time with the name Krastov on her lips.<br/><br/>The Lady's response to Abigail's challenge only confirms her suspicion as to her deviancy. Abigail doesn't dignify it with a response; the Reaper came for them all, eventually. He would have his due, and this Krastov bitch would feed the worms the same as any peasant on her holding. Clasping her hands behind her back, Abigail plays with a lick of purple flame that jumps from finger to finger in her right hand as she studies the outsiders curiously. She shuffles, finally, closer to Delilah, the one among their number she feels she can trust.<br/><br/>"Mean you to invite these outlanders back to the tavern?" she asks darkly, flashing her gaze around the gathering. The pace of her playing behind her back picks up, and she almost drops her little ball of coloured flame as she weighs up what trickle of information on Tahnok's newest visitors she's been able to glean. "I'd sooner eat shit than serve a dwarf" (she's careful to speak up, so the Stonelicker in question may hear her)<strong>"'would question my virtue."</strong>She banishes the purple flame by closing her fist around it. Lenore beats her black wings, and takes flight, screaming into the morning sky. Abigail crinkles her nose, and shuffles her weight unsurely. "Or a Lady On High, for that matter, no matter her disposition - and this one's ignorant as a Highlander."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I godmodded the peasant woman's response, having discussed it first with the DM, in order to untie Abigail from having to wait for the DM's next post and give her a chance to at least react to other goings on.</div></div>