<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CYIGi1S.png)</div><strong>Elle "L" Ravalynn</strong><br/><em>Wild Mage (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=688420)</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>A boring room with boring guards<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Going to the guards was always a risky proposition for her, sometimes it meant she was in trouble, and sometimes it meant they had something fun for her to do.  Luckily, this time, it was the latter.  She looked around the room quickly, taking in the different pictures of the city before hopping up onto one of the chairs and slowly sitting down indian-style.  A small rat that had been hiding in the hood of her cloak crawled out and made itself at home on her shoulder.  Absentmindedly she retrieved a small snack from a pouch on her belt, took a bite from it and then let the rat take a bite for himself.<br/><br/>They both nibbled away while appearing to listen very intently to whatever was going on during their briefing of the situation.  One looking closely enough, however, might notice the faint glassed-over look in her eyes.  Years of practice at pretending to pay attention had treated her well.  Still, despite her best efforts, she did pick up bits and pieces of the conversation.<br/><br/>"Well...<em>I</em>sure didn't set those fires, so don't even ask," she clarified, "I'm more polite with<em>my</em>arson.  And it was just that<em>one</em>time!  I already said I was sorry."  She carried on, trying to plead innocence for a minor crime that she'd already paid for some years past.<br/><br/>"Maybe if they weren't homeless...  I know, we give all of them homes!  Of course people with bigger houses will have to share, but I think fair's fair." she suggested before the rat leaned over to squeak into her ear.  She listened intently for a moment before nodding.<br/><br/>"Mister Squeak would like to know:  do we think the fires and kidnappings are connected?  Also, if it's a big monster, should we kill it or just catch it?  That part was from me, by the way."<br/><br/>She looked over without waiting for an answer to her questions towards Adrian, stifling a light snicker, "You've got a deep voice for a girl."