Miranda took in the air of danger.  Up in the spire there was safety in her position.  Money bought her security and lineage bought her money, so by virtue of her birth she was coddled from the harms of the body.  Political intrigue, backstabbing and games of tongue-n-cheek were the order of the day above the masses.  Down here, amidst the rabble there was a more immediate danger and threat she relished in feeling around her.  A sway was set to her hips as the pair moved through the streets, one arm snaking around the arm of the man beside her.  Yet her eyes wandered as if inviting the trouble of taking away her chosen escort for the night.  A tongue was set to her lips, wetting those tiers while she made her way through and past the people by her.  Miranda almost laughed for the joy of being in such familiar surroundings despite being worlds away.<br/><br/>“So, what you say we hit the tables and games.  See what loose lips are wanting to say neh?”<br/><br/>Miranda did not much wait for a reply.  Eagerly she pushed forward to find a suitable place of ill repute where the drinks were cheap and the conversation easily bought.<br/>