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[Nakéen]

Brother Robert smiles, proud of the compliment he garnered. "Yer too kind. Ye ever 'eard the sayin' 'Don't trust a thin chef'?" He gives a meaningful grin.

He puts his hand on the shoulder of Robert.

"Never heard of it. All I know is that I'm rarely wrong when it comes to tasting."

He picks up the mug and gives it to Robert with a warm smile.

"Now now, don't spoil this wonderful drink with fighting."

[SOLDIER First]

(("hey don't insult the naga"
>someone immediately insults the naga
this kills the man))

"Milady."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"I don't like our chances anymore...stop insulting them for being a reptile you don't see me doing it and I actually have a good reason why I could."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

'"Hey, lady, calm yourself down. That goes for you too, snake person."

[Projeck37]

Freyja remains silent, as a cold bead of sweat rolls down her forehead, unseen.

[spümpkin]

Caderyn sheathes his blade and lowers his spear, but doesn't quite put the latter away just yet. "Hmph. And to think that our principles are so similar."

"Thosssse who are born into combat, are desssstined to fight."

Shina gives Ishtari a strange look as she rides behind the wagon.

Ishtari returns the look.

"Thank you again, Ishtari.
Everyone, please, refrain from agitating our friend in the future. I, for one, will be very displeased if you do."

Ishtari shows something resembling respect, which is little more than a slight widening of the eyes.

"I did not order these individuals to fight for me. But it is you, that is dishonorable, and no true noble. For, you draw your sword upon those who do nothing to you, but try to keep the peace. Bloodthirsty reptilian."
Freyja grits her teeth, throwing her hood upon her head. She sits down.

((edit: damn ninjas.))

"Well, no, not by your sssssmoothsssskinssss sssstandardssss. By Naga sssstandardssss, I would be regarded assss a hero. But you would merely be a coward." Ishtari almost rages again, but keeps it contained. For now.

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr gives all parties directly involved a stern look before sitting down - this time between Freyja and Ishtari.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Milady."

(([INSERT UNORIGINAL JOKE ABOUT TIPPING FEDORAS HERE]))

Brother Robert smiles, proud of the compliment he garnered. "Yer too kind. Ye ever 'eard the sayin' 'Don't trust a thin chef'?" He gives a meaningful grin.

He puts his hand on the shoulder of Robert.
"Never heard of it. All I know is that I'm rarely wrong when it comes to tasting."
He picks up the mug and gives it to Robert with a warm smile.
"Now now, don't spoil this wonderful drink with fighting."

"Well, the point's 'at a thin chef don't eat their own food, so a sober brewer don't drink their own booze. Gotta try it before you give 't ta someone else."
Brother Robert accepts the tankard, and sits down unceremoniously, taking a long drink.

[SOLDIER First]

((hes been saying it for a while. missed the chance))

[Projeck37]

"I wish to announce my... apologies. I lost my temper... there has always been bad blood between Naga, and my House... not as bad as Werewolves, I will note, but nonetheless."

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr responds with a slightly approving expression.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Shina shrugs at Ishtari before looking at Freyja.
"At least you have the good sense to apologise.."

[spümpkin]

"I wish to announce my... apologies. I lost my temper... there has always been bad blood between Naga, and my House... not as bad as Werewolves, I will note, but nonetheless."

"Well, I accept your apologiesss. I sssssupposssse I am forcccced to announcccce mine, assss well? There. I apologizzzze for losssssing control. We mussst be a team on thissss venture, whether we like it or not."

[SOLDIER First]

More slight approval.

"I am glad we have worked this issue out."

[Projeck37]

Freyja nods. While her expression is hidden by shadows, she seems sincere. She extends her hand to Ishtari.
"I'm Freyja."