#baronyofthesilverwolf

She rubs her hands together. "TIme to plan!"

"This maybe my bravest act yet"

a smirk "Thanks by the way"

She smirks.

"Come on, we need to rejoin the party"

"Alright, alright..."

Soft chimes greet them, nevers collecting as they emerge.

Ironically, one, the very shade of green that Thistle hopes to use in Gwen's hair, bounds near the troll's head

And they rejoin others

(Pause until Rae resumes G)