Both men seated at the table laughed at the threat, the vizier chortling with overly exaggerated belly jiggles, while the mage quickly brought himself under control, more of a slip of his composure than the same mocking laughter as his comrade. Lady Meldine had to cover her mouth in an attempt to be civil, but even she giggled once.<br/><br/>The fat human broke off his laughter in an unnerving way, his face coming back to it's disdainful neutral in a moment, "Crusader, put an end to this demon lover. She refuses to cooperate, so she must already be a servant of the demons."<br/><br/>The Orc had already slotted her helmet back into place. She lunged across the room in barely two strides, shoving Min out of the way with barely any effort as her other hand seized the wood elf by the throat, pulling her off her feet and holding her in the air. The cold metal of the gauntlet bit into Ava's soft brown skin, a grip of steel even harder behind it instantly cutting off the blood from the elves brain. Her grip was so strong, it almost felt like she could squeeze the smaller woman's head right off. With two hands, she probably could.<br/><br/>Elder Lorkon, unfazed by the act of violence unfurling before him, leaned over the table to ask Min, who had been knocked to the ground in the haste of the orc to subdue the wood elf, "Tell us your ritual before the poison takes you and we'll revive you in but a moment."  And so it became obvious why the uncooperative girl's threat was so benign, and in fact, humourous. Everyone present knew that the blessed could be revived from death.<br/><br/>Guine held the elf at arm's length, her legs kicking off the ground no matter how far she reached. It would only take a few moments for unconsciousness to take her if that iron grip didn't relent.