Wow, don't be racists, Viv, roast nugs are nothing to write home about. Be glad she didn't snag any of your shiny things. Rachette gives her drink one last gulp (and gulp she does, downing the rest in a deep tilt) and takes her leave. All this sitting around, pretend talking around these noble types? Eugh. Why couldn't they have just gone up the cliff face, taken over some guards, and done it that way? Easier, in her mind.

They were all given a description of Florianne, but whatever, sometimes humans look alike to her. And of course she's going to get nice and thoroughly lost and pretend not to be on the lookout for her.

What might be better, though, is snatching up a few shiny trinkets while looking for the duchess. And the first place to start are the suites above. It's convenient that guests are given one of their own, because it means that she can slip into Vivienne's designated room as if to retrieve something or retire. The breeze is salty and warm but refreshing. And doesn't bother her when she slips out one of the windows to edge her way, above everyone, to any of the other nearby windows with their views and billowy curtains and such. The duchess could be in any of these rooms! ...And so could shiny objects. Priorities.