For a good while after her failed attempt at crowdpleasing and potentially tempting a crowd member, Brelia just watched her allies make their own efforts at grandstanding. However, she soon leaves the company of the audience in favor of more familiar folk in the form of her party members of varying levels of gluttony.<br/><br/>Perhaps belatedly, Nilia would get a tap on the left shoulder and a fuzzy tail brushing softly against the junction between her skin and her scales." No problem," Brelia replies cheerfully, waiting for the naga to look at her before winking. "It's the least I can do for the MVP."