[b]Myrisstra[/b]

It was rather strange, one might think, for a gardener to be preoccupied with grand matters of state--for instance, preservation of the geopolitical integrity of a country that they were not, as such, a citizen of. You'd certainly be right, and even more so for a normal gardener. Fortunately, Myrisstra was not a normal gardener by any stretch of the imagination. You see, normal gardeners tended to not be dark elves.

They also didn't have swords on their person. Now, shrinking away against the snack table after they were done signing up for whatever it is that had required their attention in the first place? That was a lot more to be expected of a gardener in such bizarre and somewhat intimidating company. Not so much of one who could put swords to deadly use, but...

That was the position Myrisstra found herself in: she'd put her name down on the first sheet she could get at, then gone to collect some snacks and substitute eating in favour of conversation. She was hoping that if she just kept focusing on the food and didn't look anyone in the eye, she'd be able to get through this entire social engagement without actually doing anything social, and from there set the tone for the entire adventure: around, and taking part, but never actually having to talk with anyone. From the elf's point of view, that would be wonderful.