The second glass had been poured and drank while the barfight obviously started downstairs by the noise. Tygrane sighed before finishing her second glass of the wine while looking at erma after she had entered the room.    Especially after the words that came from the deathknight's mouth about the naga.  Her watching the other people in the room turned into a glare at that pale woman.  A Naga on the team?  She had to be kidding, a fucking murderer and traitor in their midst, a being from a race that had no issues with slaughtering innocents, and noncombatants.  There is no way one of them could be worked with.<br/><br/>The threat about neutralizing the situation earned a slight look from the elf before she just ignored the soldier woman.  Neutralizing a situation like that would most likely be a fight, and she wasn't sure who would win that between the two old fighters.  Though it would be interesting.  Instead of saying anything for a moment, Tygrane instead took her long bow from her back and placed it onto the table.  The savage looking thing was at least 5 foot long while strung with the slightly shining string.  After she pulled a long arrow slightly longer than any normal, obviously hand made shaft and feathers.  She placed that along the bow, ready to have it in her hands in an instant.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“Then I'll just have to put him out of his misery when you aren't looking, or just watch him die when he gets himself in a tight spot.  But your right, I will never be friendly with one of those murderers, nor will I ever trust him.”</span>she finished saying before pouring herself another glass of wine, this one she drank much slower as she watched everyone else enter.<br/><br/>The dreanei drew a bit of attention, she seemed to be less ready for anything that would come on an adventure if the cloth she wore.  Most likely a healer, a priestess by the looks of her, and she thought she could recognize a feeling she was getting around the horned woman.  She may not be useful for much more than healing, but that was more than useful enough.  Plus Chisiro seemed to like the woman by the way his tail was bumping on the floor and he was looking up at her from the floor.<br/><br/>Of course the death glare entered the woman's eyes again as the obvious sounds of a slithering snake approaching the room.  The slightly battered state the Naga was in didn't seem to soften the Elf's glare, instead she spoke,<span style="color: Green">“too bad they didn't bash your skull in instead of just bruises.  I can fix that problem in an instant though.”</span>she said, while patting her bow but not taking her hand off her wine.  The wine was probably the only thing keeping her from actually going for the bow at that moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>