<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div>Ithi'ka lurks at her end of the table, tensing her coal-gray lips contemptuously at the polished table as if, in its deep grain, she could see this mess play out in a hundred less-than-preferable ways.   When she lifts her silvery eyes to meet the eyes of the others in the room, it is without cheer-- she seems rather perturbed to have been conscribed to this manner of service, and detests the politicking behind this breed of clandestine betrayal.<br/><br/>When she speaks, her drow accent weaves her phrasing like a deft serpent navigating in and through her words. "This place, it has neighboring buildings, no?  So it is possible that we escort the judge's offspring away from the, eh, fireworks.  Before senseless slaughter of civilians at worst, or high-casualty battle against well-trained bodyguards and-- what you said, mutant ogres, at best."  She smirks at that, a glimmering from her eyes like tiny diamonds in the shadowy outline of her slight form.<br/><br/>"You intend that we go tonight."  Rising from the chair, she turns and walks the perimeter of the table to where the major stands, her hips swaying with predatory grace... not dressed for battle or field at the moment, she still wears her sleek, serpent-skin armor, its murky surface seeming to eat the light around her.  She lifts her slender fingers and reaches for the map Major Saithe had been indicating, looking in the paper for the building plans that Saithe had mentioned.