Meadowlark Prairie countess

She was confused, but honestly intrigued. She knew of those in the Monkshood who did work like that, ensuring customers came back with a smile on their faces as they ordered someone to be poisoned or hired a thief for a burglary.

Nephele looked to the caldera again, before her eyes went back to the coyote. She was mentioning a lord now, after calling her lamb of all things (she would deny forever how that nickname made her feel hot under the collar), and the silver toned thief sucked her lip between her teeth to worry it.

She had nothing better to do.

It wasn’t like the Caldera was gonna go anywhere while she was gone.

I...yeah. Okay. She stood, shaking out her coat, only to immediately get drenched again.

Im uh...Polecat, by the way. She didn’t enjoy that name, at all, but with how she was feeling right now it fit.