The Queen of Glitterhall - Part I [Adventure/Closed]

Solstice observed the crow's antics with continued amusement, though it slipped a bit as the crow-hating guard spoke and she firmly shook her head. He wasn't going to lay a hand on her fine feathered friend, not in her presence, though that comment made her realize it was time to deescalate the hostility by removing themselves. They had places to be, after all.

As Miri pointed out the almost-circle of contact that their feathered leader had created, she smirked. Physical contact didn't faze her, even from people she barely knew or had just met. It took a lot to bring her guard up, and soon far none of that criteria had been met. Besides, given her height and sturdiness, Solstice didn't fear bruising from her shorter companions. "A pre-mission conga line or group hug? That would be a new one for me, though not unwelcome! It's never a bad idea to start a mission by putting some smiles on faces.

We'd better clear the square first, though. Our friend is likely to get more shrill with impatience, and I don't want to see that sour old man try to turn him into a pie." The firbolg then nodded to the half-orc artist. There was work to be done, but she'd be back for the art, and hopefully would return with enough coin to tip very well. Refocusing her bright blue eyes on the crow, she smiled warmly.

"Lead on, friend. You have our attention."