Olivia paid as much attention to the growing altercation between the Krakens and the Bloody Ravens as one would to a single speck of sand within the desert. She appeared as an island of calm amidst a growing storm; her smile still radiant and all her attention still focused on Lorenso as though absolutely nothing was happening around her. She was here to ensure an alliance between Theiri and Nydewia, nothing more. After that it was Aserit’s choice if the wanted to accept their terms of peace or be ground underfoot. Besides, Queen Lyssa had invited them here and she would certainly be more than capable of defusing the situation herself.<br/><br/>Another disturbance however, did draw her complete and undivided attention, as a sudden loud barking at Lorenso’s feet caught her by surprise. There had been many dogs at the Nydewian camps and castles, although she had never considered the more cultured people of Theiri to allow dogs at the dinner table. Not that she minded however. As a matter of fact this was one of the few cultural faux pas’ that she not only tolerate but be perfectly fine with. Olivia absolutely loved dogs, spending many hours while she was a young woman being ferried from camp to camp playing with the dogs. Without any real friends or even just someone to listen to her she’d always enjoyed the company of the fanatically devoted companions. Nodding politely as she listened to Lorenso she leaned forwards ever so slightly to see over the table to see the source of all the commotion. A wolf? she thought to herself in surprise. What on Earth is a wolf doing here?<br/><br/>She flickered her glance about to see if anyone was looking before slowly sliding a bone off her plate and holding it out under the table. It was only a small chicken bone, probably little more than a toothpick to the creature although it was all she had to give for the time being. As she wiggled the bone around under the table, trying to draw the wolf’s attention she saw the handsome man from before stand and order the Bloody Ravens to stand down. His voice was crisp and sharp, sending a slight shiver down her spine. Almost immediately his men complied and she turned her head to look at the cold, emotionless Aserit. Smiling sincerely, she slowly nodded her head in gratitude before turning her attention to the Guard standing behind her. “Kindly put that sword away. I will not have you make a scene in my presence.” Her tone was as rich and sweet as honey, her smile disarming although anyone that knew her would know that her orders were to be obeyed without hesitation or question.