Time is a funny thing. Sometimes you just seem to be chugging right along and all of a sudden time flies right by you and here you are in some place you barely understand. Sometimes time is slow and crawling by, never paying your mind the time of day. Other times it rushes forward and leaves you behind having no idea what has come or gone from the world. Harriet was never known to be a particularly deep thinker. She preferred to keep things simple and even better if you could point a gun at the whole thing. So, when time seemed to pass her by, dragging her along in its slip stream she did not contemplate it. She mere walked on, listening rather than talking and smiling and nodding rather than contributing. 

This all changed though once things were starting to get really serious and proper confusing. The dynamic of the group was still somewhat in flux and Paws had stuck around with them, at least for now. That was good. He had airs about him but he wasn't bad. His airs were different from the kinds Sparky liked to throw around too. Those were all kinds of regal and listen to me because I was born a lizard. The druid seemed more like he just was better or more informed because he was a cat man. It was a natural thing. In the end there really were just a bunch of folks with more bluster for their sails then maybe they had earned. It didn't matter much though, they all knew what the stakes were and were on the same side. Even if that side was still a little unclear. 

The matter at hand though was what in the hell did you do with these odd folks they had fallen in with? They seemed nice enough once you got past the mud-man vibe they gave off. At the very least they seemed to work more on the idea of community rather than give in to the rat-race Harriet had seen all too many city dwellers give in to. They worked together and even made sure the guests had first dibs when it came to their magic fruit. Not bad folk at all. 

No one was waiting on Harriet who popped the berry into her mouth as soon as she was given it and ate quickly. In a house of many children you often learned to eat as quick as you could to make sure no one ese got the idea to try and snatch your food. Then the old timer wanted to lighten the mood. Harriet grinned before she wiped her mouth with the back of her and cleared her throat. Well, boy-howdy, if they wanted a tale, they'd get one. 

"Welp," Harriet began, sending a sidelong glance to ole Sparky before she began in earnest. Her light brown eyes held a gleam both he and Ravenwinter would recognize anywhere. It was the glint that said, 'I'm about to do something that is going to make you want to smack me'. Knowing Harriet was often like keeping a poisonous snake as a pet. Sure, everyone thought it was great and might keep robbers at bay but there was always the chance it would bite you too. "I come from a lil' town by th'name o'Tull. Not too much removed from what ya got 'round 'ere." Harriet looked about and frown for a second before her lips pulled back into her usual smirk, " 'side from th'fact we 'ad wooden floors, roofs, and walls. Other'n'that, close enough. 'Ad lots of trees and th' like all 'round. One day, when I's just a whip of a lass, I's walkin' 'bout in th' woods as you do. I 'ave a stick in m'and and I'm swingin' it about play fightin' every wash and willow, ya ken?" she waved her hand back and forth mimicking herself as a young girl swatting bushes and trees with her pantomimed stick. 

"S'anyway, I smash through a brush patch, jumping forth o'er a little brook, and, I lands right next to somethin' I ain't ne'er seen a'fore." Harriet paused and pointed back to Draj with her thumb, " 'ere's this massive blue scaled daggermouth with  'is trousers 'round 'is ankles lookin' 'bout for something to get the leeches off 'is scaley rump." Her hand slapped loudly into her own backside to emphasize exactly where these leeches might have been. "S'I points to the leeches and give th'ole fella a big smile as I see e's got a toy sword of 'is own hangin' out fer all to see. Them I says to 'im, 'Ey there fella, I ne'er saw a leech as big as the one ya got between yer legs there." Harriet gave Draj another glance and a wink before she deftly stepped to the side, outside of his easy reach, "He looks up to me, all huffy like, and says 'That is nawt a leech!' Gave me a proper scowl 'fore he realized what I's talkin' 'bout. Then, I tell ye true, 'is face manages t'turn a shade'o'purple you'd not think possible on a face like 'is!" Harriet burst out laughing suddenly as the story ended, hopefully managing the same response from her companions and the audiance they were supposed to be speaking to.