[@Jensoman][@Polaris North][@Dartbored Fairy][@Seraphin][@Hokum]

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	Fauve was having herself a bit of fun and was glad when Gabe decided to join her and Corc, hiding like a bunch of infantile pervs spying on a couple of lovers doing it in the bushes. She couldn’t help but have herself a little laugh at the psycho ladies efforts. She had about as much charisma as a leper at a family picnic. God love the crazy bitch for that.    

Next thing Fauve knew, herself, along with Gabe and Corcy, were picked up by a powerful gust of wind. Fauve was flailing about trying to grab hold of some branches to slow herself down but it wasn’t much use. She tumbled like a piece of rubbish blowing in the wind until she came down face first in the clearing. The event didn’t really shatter her mood at all though; still giggling and spluttering the leaves from her mouth as she stood and gave herself a dusting off. 

She then watched on at the mute do his thing for a while. Now, Fauve didn’t know any sign, but it wasn’t half obvious what the guy was trying to say. Didn’t really matter at all though, the witchy nut job didn’t look like the type of girl to really give a right fuck, and Fauve just couldn’t help but feel the way one does when watching a nervous pimple-faced reject trying to hit on the hottest babe in town. It was just about painful to watch, and was a hell of a relief when the mute finally stopped doing his thing. But Fauve had to give it to the guy, he had balls of steel. That’s for damn sure. 

Before the witch had time to reply, or that psycho bitch had a chance to open her mouth and undo any good that may have been done, Fauve figured she might as well give the mute a helping hand. Taking a few steps toward the witch on her throne, she gave a little 'hiya' solute and told her a few things she thought she ought to know.  

“What our local mute here is trying to say, Your Gracious Fanged Highness, is that Psycho lady here didn’t mean any offense. And believe you me, I know how much I hate it myself to be woken up while having a good old snooze, so I, for one, understand where you’re coming from.  But you see…” Fauve paused to seal one nostril with her thumb and blow out a chunk of snot from the other. “…thing is, a lot of people have lost their homes and lives today in that town just over there.” She points in the direction of Nadska. “And it’s not that our local psycho bitch here was trying to place blame on you for the madness that’s going on around here, she just figured you might have an answer. Now you’ve gotta admit….” She pauses another moment to eyeball the giant skull and the bone staff slung over the witches shoulder. “You do seem like a reasonable enough suspect. But that’s not all….” 

Fauve now extends her foot to give Gabe a good kick in the leg (assuming he is now standing beside Fauve) and motions with a jerk of her head for him to show the witch something. 

“…we were actually just following the directions on a map that led us to this location.” She concluded. “My friend Gabe here can show you what I mean. You know… it’s not like we just kinda stumbled upon you by random chance or anything like that.” 

Fauve looks at Gabe and tells him to show the skull lady the map.  She then retrieves a bottle from her bag and takes a swig before offering a drink to Corc, giving the big fella a wink as she does so. 

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