Luneshale Pass [mp2] suds

she listens, and while the names never ring a certain bell in her mind, tuna none the less still nods her head to show she is listening. "home soun's nah'ce" she says politely, "do yew got 'ny interest'n meetin' tha' others?" she comes to ask with a headtilt, battish ears coming to shift to the side. "they're a lil, uh... uppity, at worst, an' real formal at best. whatchu thahnk? wanna be'a emissary fer yer brecheliant?" a crooked grin graces her features.

"there's gon'be a party soon, too, ah coranation. yew should invite yer group tah come!"