The Oread was less than pleased that she had to check her trusted warhammer in at the door.  The heavy mace that they gave her as recompense hardly seemed useful in her mind, nor did the inferior hide armor they provided instead of allowing her to bring her scale armor in.  However, she had plans for both weapon and armors that Torag had revealed to her in her morning prayers, and flicks her mace around disdainfully, ready to create other armor and weapons to fight in the arena.  She scowls at the hyper-energetic faun, thinking that she had to have done something wrong to get tossed in here and will need to be incarcerated soon.  The naga is very disturbing to her four and a half foot frame, towering over her way too much...thankfully she has those blessings from her god.  The obvious rogue drew her attention slightly with his display, but quickly bores her with his antics.  The feline seemed like she'd be quick enough to perish in the opening seconds of the fight that she wouldn't much have to worry about incarcerating her.  That left the bland looking human and the somewhat intriguing scaly person. Her thoughts figure the former would be gone almost as quickly as the kitty, and the latter might be a challenge if she had to fight her.  She listens quietly to the conversation, looking at each person that the catfolk rogue pointed at.  In response to his predictions, she'll calmly say, "I'll repel any attacks with ice and devour at least one of my morsel's while avoiding their fumbling grasps to taste my earthy body.  I do believe that you'll get devoured by an opponent that sneaks up on you, my prediction for you.  As for anti-cavalry measures, a weapon that you can brace is rather effective...though that's just speculating about what they'll throw at us.  If it comes to that, I'll have the proper weapon to use.  That's another prediction you can count on for sure."  Irice's voice has a slightly dwarfish accent to it combined with one that wouldn't easily be placed by those unfamiliar with the oread race.  "I'll count on the naga to brace against any cavalry if she doesn't trip over her own tail...though if you do, be sure I'll catch you inside me."  It appears that Irice is teasing, but there is a look in her eyes that shows if she got anyone inside of her there would be little chance she'd let them escape.<br/><br/>(( If permitted before entering the Arena, I'll have Irice cast the Ice Armor spell and don it. ))