<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/XVWqjbw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Freis Levian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347305.msg16353812#msg16353812)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Expedition Camp - Logistics Tent<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><strong>Open/Closed:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Direct Interaction Tags:</strong>Astra, drunk NPCs, Kael, Liam<br/><strong>Mentioned Tags:</strong>Ria, Nerissa, Alsiel<br/><strong>Actions Taken:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>With tensions running high around the camp, making sure supplies were coming in and everyone was provided for became a very big task. Among those in charge of that task was Freis Levian, who together with representatives from other nations were comparing the number of crew, volunteers, and other individuals that were brought in to the supplies each nation has brought along for the expedition. They also had to make sure supplies were sufficient for the entire camp until the next supply ships arrived. Contracts were agreed upon beforehand on how much supplies each nation was supposed to bring, taking into account some surplus for emergencies. It was a logistics tightrope to ensure people were well fed and not at each other's throats for lack of supplies.<br/><br/>The growing commotion outside the tent was audible enough to interrupt the meeting, eliciting a light frown on the Folovan mage's expression as she asked one of the attendants for what was transpiring outside. The attendant quickly returned with a report of an impending fight between some disgruntled mercenaries and a bound demon and his watcher.<br/><br/>An irritated sigh escaped with the young mage's breath as she excused herself from the meeting, instructing the rest to finish up the numbers before she returned. She stepped out of the tent with her twin staves in her hands and took in the scene that was unfolded before her. The woman assigned at tending the drinks was drenched, no doubt from the alcohol served, her frightened expression would probably be due to the bound demon that was present in the scene. At this point the demon's charge was trying to settle the matter but it appeared the other party was too inebriated to bother with the peaceful option.<br/><br/>Scanning the surroundings, the rest of the crew in the expedition party were watching on how the situation would unfold. Even the noble mage whose safety (or others' safety) was entrusted to Freis did not make any moves - which would make it easier to deal with the situation. She then gathered her thoughts and took a deep breath before moving closer to the commotion, calling on two soldiers to accompany her in the event the matter got out of hand.<br/><br/>Before the situation could escalate, it has happened. The Halde healer took it upon herself to deescalate the matter in the most... motherly approach possible. The drunkards were appeased to a degree and lost their bluster, but were still rooted in place due to ego playing a big factor. Maybe some reasoning could help deflate that.<br/><br/>"How is your day, Lady Astra?" Freis greeted with an elegant curtsy before looking to the healer, and then Kael and Liam, and finally to Raff and his band, "I hope these able-bodied individuals were well attended for? It would be a shame for them to travel all the way out in the frontiers but end up grounded for misdemeanor..."<br/><br/>There was a short pause as she let her words sink in before adding more weight to it. Gauging the response of the aggressors and the defendants.<br/><br/>"Or worse, sent home with the next supply ship with nothing to show aside from a report of misconduct," Freis stated as she then looked to the one called Raff, "You may be here for your personal reason, but remember that you still represent and are indebted to the kingdom that allowed you to participate in this expedition."<br/><br/>"Save any bravado you have for dealing with whatever creatures lurk past the camp's borders," the Folovan mage stated before a scream came from the baths and a beastblooded came running for her life with a bog-hoggle clamped firmly on her tail. There was no change in Freis' serious expression despite the unusual commotion behind her, attended to by someone else nearby, "Or on the bog-hoggles that frequent the bathing area. I recall the camp gives additional conveniences to members of the expedition who could deal with the frequent appearance of such creatures there."