Now, there’s a story that benefits from a wineskin and a friendlier campfire than this,

she’s got voices for the best bits and some well refined comic timing. She at least half-heartedly considers making the effort, here, either to keep her hand in or just to see what happens, but it hardly seems like the time to finesse her tight five.

“I was late of the Mourn Watch,” is a ballsy thing for her to say, all things considered including the fact that it’s not untrue, but since none of her colleagues past or present are in this tent to spit cheap wine into a crackling fire, she about gets away with it, “though not lately. I lent them my efforts as a favour to my sister, more recently. They were so thrilled with my work,”

drolly,

“that they encouraged me to offer my services to Riftwatch, ideally, not in Nevarra.”

And seeing as she’d been flirting with a southern noose immediately prior to that Nevarran favour,

well, she’d seen the sense in a beneficial outcome for all involved parties.