In other parts of Concordia and the Dreaming alike, over the last week or so, a small moth has been looking over areas of certain Balor nobles. Learning what she can safely and withdrawing when she had to. Nor is going straight to the source her only source. Oh what a wanton she can pretend to be to find thanes or the likes and get them to talking of their lords. A part of her feels shame for betraying a certain silver and black amour, but one works with what one has when they must to keep themselves alive, or to keep a beloved sister so. Besides, The pooka thinks There are worse causes to play the doxy for