A mission! No, a quest sounded far cooler. Yes, she was on a quest! A quest to venture into Boreas, seek out Insomnia, perhaps some other packs, and create bonds, ties, relations, whatever word one would want to use, and try to get them to join the coalition. It honestly was brilliant to send Bramble. She was personable, intelligent, well-informed, determined, diligent, all the good things needed for an Envoy. Oh, she might be taking her rank a tad too seriously, but no one needs to tell her that. Let her live her life. It has a purpose now that she won't back down from.
Her mind reels with the different topic of conversations she wishes to go through. As if her brain was one of those old card appendixes that can be flipped and spun around through the alphabet until you find the letter you're looking for. She trains on what she does and doesn't know about Insomnia. Which, to be honest, was very little. Their reclusive activity and lack of communication with The Hallows meant that she had much to learn and plenty of information to gather. Was Medu-
Oof!
Suddenly, Bramble feels her chin slam into the ground. Her eyes squeeze shut, teeth clacking together as she falls flat on her face. Stunned from the collision, it takes her a moment to gather herself and blink away the stars that spun in front of her eyes. Rolling over onto her side, her teal eyes move to look for the culprit. A rock? Where had that rock come from? Wait, there's plenty of rocks here. But that one! Rude. Her muzzle wrinkles as she brings her left front paw toward her face, her right paw touching it tenderly to discover that she's probably sprained her ankle. Scowling to herself, she attempts to sit up and lean against a bigger rock that hopefully won't slip out from under her. What bad luck that would be.
"Speech"
Bulwark
Tactician
