Sleeping Dragon It's top shelf, man. It's top shelf.

The other woman seemed to be flustered for some reason she could not understand -- had she done something to cause Wildfire's nervousness? It was no matter, since the Bandrona's response was in fact a substantial answer to her query. She listened as Wildfire continued to speak, seemingly holding herself to much lower standards compared to her Heda. This only brought up yet another question, though she wasn't sure if she should ask it or not. Did Thuringwethil lead by invoking fear, or was she a caring leader? Secretly, she hoped for the latter, but knew that most leaders ruled with an iron fist.

She should be here any minute. Lucia shifted in anticipation. She could only picture the image of Thuringwethil as a leader with incredible prowess. Perhaps she was even a bit intimidated. Such thoughts distracted her from Wildfire's sudden exclamation, but she tuned in as the woman continued to speak.

"Oh, I'm happy to hear that," she smiled, somewhat aware of Wildfire's accidental reveal of information. It seemed to be personal information too, evident due to the heat that rose to the other woman's face. She decided to look off absentmindedly as if she had not picked up on what Wildfire had accidentally hinted on, for the sake of the woman's peace of mind.