[Yeeaaah fuck knows why she even asked. Giant scorpions and wildcats? She hasn't got a clue, but the words giant and wild nestled within their names give her hope that they're something interesting, something that will give her a good run for her money. Wolves she's heard of before-- if only from that stoic warrior of a guy she'd run into in one of Caden's taverns, and he hadn't exactly given her a thorough explanation (they're white though, probably?).

But whatever. Ciri throws armoured into the mix, and it's enough to set her imagination buzzing, to have her muscles aching for a fight. Her face remains quick and alive with interest, and she leans in across the table, drink momentarily abandoned as her palms press flat to the wood. The molten gold of her eyes is hot on Ciri's face.]

Can't say I've heard of any of them, but giant, armoured, and wild sounds like my kinda party. And I'm kind of sick of all the inactivity, you know? There's only so much drudge work you can do before your brain starts turning to jelly.