Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

Germanicus the tree man agreed with her—and she chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the man. He fell to silence, as did she—stealing only a glance to the acorn near his paws in quiet consideration before finishing her meal.

There remained much meat—her own appetite taught over months that a lady was only to eat until her stomach was not ravaged for food, and she begun to preen further at her fur.

“Well, then, since you’re so knowledgeable… Where’s the best place to have a… royal… be sullied, then?” She hated the title—wishing only for a life of fulfillment, adventure and... to just be her.

Not princess.

Not the jewel of Tawarwaith.