Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

The smallest tell--a flick of her ears to a slender crown before she straightened--the smallest twitch at the corner of her lips.

No. No kingdoms.

She would choose bears before kingdoms.

Sounds too complicated, she aimed for an offhand tone. Curious as she watched him, his own movement with purpose--but to what?

You've been to these places before but are now here. Why here?

A certain wildness emanated from him--even without the vivid map he had succinctly given her there was a knowledge of the world within those hardened muscles.

And certainly something haunting about those eyes.