[Sette is holding her nose in disgust. Everything smells disgusting.]

Cor, it still reeks o' spellery out here. 'S like the world's biggest fatman made the grandest fart of all right in the middle of the Garden, an' it's still wafting about in the air, waitin' for some poor bastard to light a match. What the hell did I miss?

[She'd spent most of the event hiding belowground with her nose pinched shut, trying to keep the smell out. ]

[There's no actual text here. Instead, an unseen hand sketches out a drawing. It's an illustration of a lion, drawn in a childish hand - or more specifically, like an illustration of a lion done by a girl who had never seen a real one, but who had a picture of one that she'd copied over and over, and is now trying to recall it from memory. She has hand-eye coordination and a natural eye for how shapes fit together on her side, but a lack of real training or practice working against her. Result: even though this is an image she's produced more successfully more times than she can count in the past, it keeps coming out a bit malformed, and she periodically erases the whole thing and starts over again.]

[Bear in mind she's illiterate, and wouldn't be too keen on the whole Gardens knowing who their little arteest is anyway. But she might reply in the form of drawings if she can understand your message.]

Uuuuuuungh...

[Sette slowly pulls herself upright, wearing a disheveled version her pirate outfit. The shirt is on backwards and the trousers aren't done up at all so that they make a quickly-caught dash at freedom as she stands up, and her eyepatch seems to be off doing its own thing somewhere. As is the fancy cutlass Fionna made for her. But Sette isn't worried about that. The focus of her attention right now is the jackhammer headache making her life hell, or possibly how goddamn bright the sun is. The bastard.]

I feel like...like Baelar's spare set o' balls, cut off an' dried in the sun.

[She manages to pry one of her hands away from her throbbing temples, and holds up her shirt to give it a sniff. She immediately recoils in disgust.]

Twins, how much did I quaff down last night? Shirt reeks o' booze...gonna need to find a change o' clothing.

[She stands up fully, and instantly regrets it. She wavers in place for a moment, lights dancing in her vision, and then she bends over and throws up everything in her stomach. Yes, ladies and...other ladies. Sette is pretty badly hung over from the big party.]

[Sette looks...excited, to say the least.]

What's all this everybody's talkin' about pirates? Is there pirates here? Are we under attack?

[She seems WAY too jazzed up about this. Bear in mind, she can't read, so she hasn't seen (or at least, understood) the note.]

P-P-Pirates?! I scoff at the very idea! Surely we are not so gullible as to be bought in by their ilk!

Tis a trap, I'll presume. No good can come from trusting a Pirate Queen.

[Rumia, the garden's resident non-evil Lamia, smiles at the mirror at she sits nestled on the heated bed she had not long ago constructed for herself from precious magic dirt. After a few blissful moments cuddled against a pillow, she lets out an restful sigh and proceeds to address the mirror sitting not far from her directly.]

Hello everyone! Sorry I've been so quiet lately... But, since alot of people don't seem to know much about lamia I thought I'd take a few minutes to catch everyone up to speed. But I'm going to warn you, I'm not sure if all of this is really true, since I've never really lived around other lamia before.

To begin, lamia are a race of demi-humans, which means we're part animal and part human. We live in small villages, mostly located in the southern part of the world, ruled by a queen or priestess who makes decisions for the entire community based on consultation from the people under her. A queen's reign tends to last until her death, afterwords the community will come together to select a new ruler they think would make wise decisions in the future.

While Most lamia villages tends to be made up entirely of our own kind they also typically to have a small population of humans living in their midst. this is due to the fact that male lamia are incredibly rare, most lamia takes human men as husbands in order to create a proper family. I've never seen a lamia take a human woman to be her wife, I'm sure that happens sometimes also. The offspring of a human and a lamia tends to be a half-lamia like me. We're a bit smaller then our mothers and lack the tough scales and sharp claws they are known for. There is a taboo against humans having relationships with demi-humans, due largely to issues related to a religion whose name I forget, I do my best to show people there is nothing wrong with myself or anyone else like me who happens to have been born from those pairings.

That's all for now I guess, if you have any other questions about lamia or any other demi-humans, feel free to ask!

[The little girl in the mirror's looking rather peeved about something, and she's not going to waster any time in telling you what it is. She takes in a deep breath, and then says the following at ear-splitting volume:]

Quit writin' shit down! We've all got this fancy pymaric what lets us talk like real people from a long way away! Why the hell would you use it to send words on paper? That's like buyin' a fancy plod to carry yer handbag!

[Yeah she's a bit annoyed by all the written missives lately, since she's completely illiterate.]