Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

Mírwen of Tawarwaith, she murmured with a parroting dry tone. And wrong. Now or never was the perfect time to set my escape into motion.

She would argue he did not understand the pure stubbornness bred into her bloodline--that her brother would scour lands until she was once more beneath his paw... a pawn to be used in his political games.

So, she practically purred before straightening once more, assessing him with returned amusement. Your recommendation is to keep up my exploration of... Teekon Wilds, you called it?