( closed ) some say we're born into the grave

[champions]

WHO: Marisol, Carver, Morrigan, Kostos, Nell, Benevenuta.
WHAT: A mission to Nevarra to work on the Necropolis diplomacy disaster.
WHEN: ASAP post quarantine
WHERE: Nevarra City
NOTES: to be added, if anything comes up in a thread/tag please add to the subject lines or give me a heads up to add it here.

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[champions]

Marisol listens seriously, intently, though her manner continues to be the easily feigned lightness befitting such a gathering as this. Her gaze lingers on Morrigan as she speaks, hoping for further insight into her personal feelings on it, if she can glean such.

"An introduction could make them be more careful in their conversation. I doubt they'll say much in front of me, if they think I'm taking an interest." It is not an outright dismissal of the idea, but she's thinking it over. "Is there a way to listen to them speak? Would you be willing to eavesdrop with one of your forms?"

And then, a breath of laughter. "That would certainly make quite a sight. We could cause plenty of gossip in our own rights."

[arcaneadvisor]

Morrigan considers the question, or request rather. It wouldn't be the first time but the stakes are certainly higher here than they've been in a while. Still, the rest of the evening has been interminable, present company excluded so the chance to do something that might yield a little more intrigue? It has her setting down the wine.

"As a raven, yes. I would have to leave to accomplish it to take some air or whatever excuse ladies have to leave parties since no one is allowed to speak it plainly. I shall return."

And she's off, don't get into trouble and check out this gown it's fabulous.