She swears a bit and returns to the vender to claim what’s hers, doubt already sowing its seed in her mind that she’d manage her new task. Oh well. She’s got no choice but to do it or die trying, quite literally.
@Cerebrate
She hurries out, quite upset at this. Nevertheless, she has work to do, provided her baroness hasn’t just been killed for keeping all the cake. Ah well. To the east she goes.
@Cerebrate
Let me rephrase that, i was tought a long time ago how to make a potion to shrink myself, but its not small enough to just sneak by. If i drank that, and wore some decent protection, could you eat me whole?
@Cerebrate
Were gonna need to get into some areas of the castle that are gonna require you being dressed as a guard or something of the like, and me not visible. and, ive always wanted to try it…
@Cerebrate
(Are there non-anthro animals here or nah?)
She huffs and looks over the place, then the delectable little rodent heads right on in, keeping her pretty eyes, floppy ears, and twitchy nose careful for any signs of life- hostile or friendly.
@EclecticInspiration
(huh, there’s no canon on wether there are, aside from birds… no wait there are plague bearing rats so apparently yes.)
as she ventures deeper into the overgrowth she can tell she is being observed, looking around she may catch glimpses of something making the swampwater ripple at times.
@Jinx
“good, i’ll look to get a proper lance while we’re there, fishing harpoons are good for making it hurt when you pull someone apart, but not much good against hardier foes.”
finally she’d hear a louder splash as a turtle rose from the murky waters, the rim of her shell jagged and the shell itself, she rose with her back turned towards the rat, covered in glowing runes, Agniya the revenant, the oldest living being in Armello, and the centuries had not diminished her in the least.