Laughing richly, Risa paused in her circling. When you need the magic, you take what you can, my dear." Her voice was a low, husky purr. The gnomes on the stage eyed the two women nervously, obviously sensing a looming "cat fight". Resuming her slow prowl, Risa smiled at the woman. "So I am guessing you are one of those... mongrels. From Gilneas." Her eyes sparkled with delight. "That would honestly make you a bitch. And is it true? That your king-Greyface, was it?- ran like a coward, leaving his people to die?" From her tone, she could have been asking about the weather, instead of casually tossing off insults.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>