[IRP] Vanguard Rising

[Gazetteer]

Tangle spooned a piece of pinkish fish out of her bowl, blowing on it gently, then taking an experimental bite. "That is dry," she admitted. This did not stop her from attacking the rest of the bowl with a ravenous ferocity barely contained by the table manners drilled into her from early childhood. It might have been excusable to think she wasn't entirely listening as Ambrose spoke. When it came time for him to pose his question however, she held up a hand, finished chewing her mouthful of fish and root vegetable before she spoke. Her immediate comment was airy: "They do always like burning things, but then when you turn it around on them, it's all complaints. And a bit of, screaming. And some clawing at your leg, if you stand too close..."

She let that stand for a few seconds, until the slightly worrisome grin returned, and she used her empty spoon to jab the air for emphasis at key words. "More seriously, though, at this point, you'd have to pay me not to kill him. And I'd just take your money and kill him anyway, so it's good that's not the plan."

Green eyes snapped over to Nichol as he spoke. "It's a bit of a backwater out here. Not much call for important visitors of any kind from anywhere, unless they're dropping in on our soon-to-be-late local lord."