[CENTER][h1][color=f49ac2]Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival![/color][/h1][/CENTER] 

[CENTER][color=82ca9d][h2]The Feasting Orchard[/h2][/color][/CENTER]

"Hrm?" Morgran grunts as he looks away from his food and drink, and to the map in curiosity when Miss Light addressed him. He leans over and looks at the map as well, and he answers, "Aye...I see what you mean. It does look like the little drawings are pointing at each other," 

He leans closer to the map to inspect it further. A few more deep hums as he seems to study it carefully, before he leans back. He answers her, "There weren't any secret messages behind those drawings though. It seems like they were just drawn there for decoration, I'm guessin. Bah. What's one more offense on top of the capital punishment, right?" 

After saying so, he takes another long swig from his mug of the blackberry wine.

[hider=OOC]Morgran got a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/28912]22[/url] on his Insight.[/hider]