@lone-blade ;
Polly didn't do well sitting still for long. She'd spent an hour or two studying the intricacies of Orlesian politics, braiding and unbraiding her hair without thinking, before it got to be too much. One hour and a fresh-baked pie later, she found herself feeling refreshed -- almost confident, if she were to be so bold. There were a number of things she still wanted to learn besides beaurocracy, combat not the least among them. True, she could conjure a fire with a snap of her fingers, and heal well enough even in the midst of battle, but there would no doubt be times when magic failed her. Small as she was, she needed a way to protect herself when the worst happened.
The templars remained vigilant, training, organizing, and otherwise seeming important enough that Polly felt guilty bothering them -- which was, of course, where the pie came in. Most any inconvenience, she figured, could be smoothed over with something fresh.
"Afternoon, Constable," she said with a smile, just barely catching herself before she bowed or saluted, or otherwise embarrassed herself. "All's well with you, I hope? Nothing keeping you too busy today?" She was, of course, a master of subtlety and tact above all else.
