"Alas poor Yorik, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy." How was she to ignore the rote and excellence of the Bard? "No. Skellies don't scare me overmuch as long as they aren't toting a blade or rope. If you happen to roll out a dragon, however, we might have a problem then."

Peony quirked an eyebrow. "Is it punishable to reject a role forced upon you?" And for the idea of Ianthe choosing; "It didn't seem terribly negotiable at the time. In fact, it seemed positively mandatory from what I saw. But admittedly, I am still recovering from my exhaustion. I might have misunderstood."