There was a not so uncommon rumor that Skayleigh would meet Burrowfolk with disdain, but if things had gone Lorcan's way that kind of talk would have met firm resistance many years ago already. In his opinion hardly anything could be further from the truth and the only thing that kept this kind of malicious rumors alive had to be stubborn people with ossified brains that really thought that a massive height difference alone could make a deal.

The 'princess' however now started really not to impress him. Her being in the circus ring alongside him and them battling through arranged arguments full of foul speech so to entertain the audience was a fun imagination. Them drinking together backstage afterwards was even more so. Right now however that circus was a very long way away and, given their overall situation, the Skayleigh couldn't help but expect at least some tiny bit of decency from everyone. It was an expectation the tiniest member of them all had failed to meet at this point!

Luckily though the others appeared to be a less troublesome, though quite rough bunch. Who could blame them for that after this week of hell alone though ? Lorcan did not, at least not so far. He just once more reminded himself to be a tad careful when it came to people like Faeril. Had the dwarf noticed his stares ? Also there was no way to determine whether the human, Raddek, actually did know something about this region or just wanted to make himself appear important. They were quite a bit in the same boat though, so why should he talk absolute shit ? 

Ultimately Lorcan convinced himself to follow suit without asking questions, but taking the time to obtain a wooden stick himself. To his misfortune the Skayleigh knew that in terms of an undetected approach he was a worst case, so he tried his best to... stay as low as possible. He also felt a bit of an uneasy tension raising: Just how likely was it to be released as an anonymous prisoner at a seemingly arbitrary location and to encounter a threat like the one he was thinking about [i]within moments[/i] ? The idea of this being an elaborate trap appeared anything but far-fetched.

Lorcan ultimately found his own way of relieving some of his stress, even though he did it in a very low tone so not to betray their position earlier than his footsteps would. Thinking of poems and rhymes had always helped him a little in such tense situations and this party had made it pretty easy so far to find a subject:
 

[center][i]So there she was, the princess
she'd just got off the wagon!
Her scent a big fat bloody mess,
so find a perfume flacon!

Her hands could almost touch her feet,
she didn't know she was a stub!
So to make a meet and greet,
she bowed into the mud!
 
Talk of wooden sticks and rotten dicks,
foul words there were with every breath!
Yet those around her were no lunatics,
so could she see impending death ?

Poor Skayleigh wants back north,
it must feel like ascension.
The Caelic Isles and so forth,
that's a whole other dimension![/i][/center]

Hopefully his tone also was low enough so a very distinct individual wouldn't hear it all too easily...