without a compass, the soldier knows no disgrace -- joining

  [font=trebuchet ms]Well, now, this was interesting- they had a kid wandering around the borders, and a kid with a mouth on him at that. Fixing her eyes on the kitten as he strutted his way over and pointed at her, Connie narrowed her eyes. There was no way he was strong enough to warrant sending him out alone like this, unless they were playing mind games with whatever dehydrated schmucks happened to make it all the way out here.

  And he wanted to know why she thought she'd fit in.

  "Well, I wouldn't have come all this way if I wasn't okay with a little discomfort," Connie remarked, straightening back up to her full height and grinning once more. The overbearing heat barely mattered, now that she was here. "But I'm guessing you want a little more than that." Tilting her head, she swished her tail. She had plenty of stories, for sure, but...

  They'd probably seen all manner of liars and fakes bringing false tales of courage. Her grin relaxed into a smaller smirk, and she said, "Tell you what, my words probably don't mean anything. So do me a favor, and fetch me your strongest warrior." This was a terrible idea, and the small voice of reason in the back of her head was content to shout as much at the top of its lungs, but honestly? She could take the heat. If she came to regret this, then oh, well, but this could end up being just what she needed.

  Relaxing her stance, Connie twitched her ears, and waited for the response.