The man of silver was likely the only one who made her feel even slightly relaxed.  The monster perching upon the edge of the table, those slender legs crossing.  “We should pick one and focus upon it.. methinks..”  leaning forward to grasp the one in his hand, the crimson snake hissing at him, though she was careful not to get close enough that they would snap at his flesh.  “The Panther Queen.. Not terribly imaginative, is she?”  Her eyes scanning down the scroll, reading aloud for the benefit of Sybil.<br/><br/>“Judaen as you said..  A Monarch.. That could be trouble if she has the army under her command..”  Reading down farther she would stop.  “It would seem she has some sort of regenerative power.. and a sword that has been rumored to cut through stone as if it were butter..”  Looking up at Argentum, her brow lofted slightly.  “Seems we would need some serious planning for this one..  Looks like she took over.. Arran..  And..”  Stopping for a moment, the snakes around her head writhing in agitation, her eyes widening slightly.  “She.. ah.. apparently.. I rumored to control.. umm.. Broods of Dragons..”  How on earth would they overcome that..<br/><br/>Yet she was too stubborn to put the scroll down, instead grasping it in her hand as though it might bite her any moment.