The elve's eyes drifted over to the only snag on her question she'd gotten all day. The respondent in particular appeared to be part wolf, with cute little ears sticking out of his head. She scooted closer to him, and contemplated her next question. It'd have to be done cautiously, because she probably had already raised the suspicion of some citizen or another. The course of action she hadn't realized yet, to act like a useless young lady who wanted to know who the king's eye was on.
"Well, what's going on in the military, then? Skirmishes?" Margarette inquired. She leaned closer, and allowed a devilish smile to slip onto her pale face. Her ears fell from their positions stuck to her head, allowing the top edge of both to be perpendicular from her skull.
"You can tell me, darling." Margarette continued. She leaned back, and took a sip of her terrible wine. Her mind was not, however, clouded by the drink. It was as sharp as the stiletto dagger hidden up her sleeve, and hurtling through all the possibilities of what she would learn. If Connlauth wanted peace, she'd help them achieve that. If they wanted war, she'd do all in her power to try and stop it.