Yopine (Svirfette) Quietclock
Svirfette was still laughing gently to herself as D'artegenon moved away once more after nudging her towards the food. She wasn't sure that even he understood what had been done to Basil with that joke.
Dillworthy wasn't his patronym. Staghorne was. Dillworthy was an honorific inherited from some heroic great-great-great-grandfather of his or something. Almost more a title than part of a name, great things were expected of Harengon Dillworthies. Hers was no exception, and she was surprised the old rabbit was even still talking to the maker of that joke.
The deep gnome girl listened to Roland while she gathered her own food. Very little thought was put towards what might be in it as far more pressing concerns were, very literally, in the air. At least her story wasn't as unique as she'd feared. Though Roland had managed to stop shy of actual murder, she recalled. He was still the better person in her eyes.
She wanted to confess that much to him immediately. That would have stepped on Wyck's reply, though, and it seemed like the boy spoke so rarely it would be crime to stop him from doing so. Fearful that it might interrupt the social progress Roland had already made, she carefully took a seat alongside the two and began cooling her bowl in relative silence.
Always, though, there was the stray black dog tugging at her attention. Any time the conversation lagged, or even if it didn't, her eyes would wander to the animal.