"Oh no, neither Gentle Annie nor Fussy Badb nor the Empress would like that very much, I think--"


"Have your meal, it will not bother us."

She follows Toska, essentially providing the cover as he works on finding the trail. Badb would fly into an unholy rage if they were attacked, she was more or less the best bodyguard anyone could ask for. And she, having little to no experience with trails except when they were marked and the game master had given the olayers very clear directions, was better off being with someone who knew what they were doing in that respect.

"Hm. A treacherous choice," she muses, looking down the mountain. "One wonders what forced their hand... or if it was forced at all."