The strange young woman sat quietly with her benifactor for some minutes, showing respect for the cook by eating her meal with all due reverance.<br/><br/>But these...  Well, she didn't know what to call them besides bandits, didn't even have the manners to except tribute and leave without havoc.  It was simply unexceptable.  She gave a quite smile to find that some of the other guests were equaly offended.<br/><br/>Noting that one of the bandits stood not far from a chair, she drew a small sparling powder from a fold of her robe and met his eyes.  "Sir, you seem rather worked up.  You should sit down and cool off."  Sensual lips puffed on the powder.  As the cold white sparkles extended out they took on a chill life of their own till a terible cold struck at the young vandal, hopefuly blowing him back into the chair and perhaps freezing him too it.