Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

She was unsure of whether or not she wanted to address the beings of irreputable character, or the perils of the boundless main, or the fee-faw-fum of the many-headed serpents Lusca was so sure existed amongst the kelp forests. 

Ultimately, she elected to cast her lot in the option that made her sound the least unbalanced—though whether or not that would be wrought a triumph was in the hands of the delivery. ”Something mean lives there.” She padded a short distance more towards the pewter-edged woman, eying the rabbit shortly before making insinuating eye-contact with Capriccio. ”I smelled it, and heard it—all terrible.” Luc paused, growing interested in knowing why this female was willing to divvy up her bounty for what was an altogether modest sip of information. "Why do you wanna know this, again?" She pried, voice steeped in wary inquisitiveness.