<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br/>She looks at the man speaking to her, and then as the odd Cymrilian<em>´comes to her rescue´</em>she looks at him, finishing her mouthful with hefty sip of her water.<strong>"I need no protectors Cymrilian, and you.. ´sir´, I was just pointing out, that there was no need to bad blood, but I was right, was I not? Birds dont have fur? Why dont you buy me an drink, same your having.. and maybe to the swordfellow aswell"</strong>she nods toward the Cymrilian, as she keeps taunting the man that was ridiculed before his friends.