[h3]Lissa[/h3]

[b]“Eh, well, being bright and bold and just going out there has always tended to work for me. Even if I don’t reflect those attitudes in my speech,”[/b] Lissa rebutted with a light chuckle before slightly adjusting her sword belt. [b]“But you’re right. I suppose we do need a little bit of subtlety here…”[/b] The Raam-in-disguise sank into a nearby seat as Nylah summarized the situation and what they knew so far. Nodding along, she only spoke up towards the end of her speech. 

[b]“Hmm… sounds good to me. Perhaps I’ll check in with what local merchants they have, if they haven’t been strung up and executed,”[/b] she replied dryly. 

With that, they had their simple plan, although it seemed Eirhild had decided to stay put and avoid sticking her neck out, which was a perfectly rational and safe decision. By the time that she left the house, it had started to lightly snow, although Lissa was bundled well enough to handle the cold. Not that it ever really affected her too much…

Lissa went off in search of the local merchants, and she headed towards the village center. Before she could get any real headway in finding said peddlers, though, she was able to get good directions to Jolca, and she decided to look for her first, where she found her in what seemed to be the town hall, along with some other familiar, but perhaps unwelcome faces. 

[b]“General Gershel,”[/b] she nodded, with a neutral, if somewhat unamused tone in her voice. As an outsider to the village and this particular conversation, she politely waited for it to end, but of course listened in to the dredges of what remained of it. 

[b]“I hope I’m not interrupting,” [/b]Lissa said, as she approached Jolca after the little argument drew down, finding herself coming in at an obviously bad moment. [b]“What has everybody so riled up, anyway?”[/b]