Hannibal met Ciara's gaze evenly, and though he could read that she was speaking 'for show', her words rankled him nonetheless.  However, out on the streets, any manner of open warfare would result in simply too much attention being thrown their way, and with their journey only just having come to some sort of fruition, he wasn't about to let a simple grudge get in the way of their continued progress.  He gave her a slow smile, and swallowed his pride...for the<em>second</em>time that day...and flared his cloak out in front of him in a wide, sweeping bow.<br/><br/>"As my...mistress...commands..." he said, and turned to go, only to halt at Yuri's words.  He turned, his gaze falling on the warrioress, and he raised a brow.  It was common enough for women to argue amongst their own gender in this city, but he couldn't help but feel that the muscled sword maiden was overstepping her bounds, even if she didn't know it.  Ciara was clever, and cunning, excelling at trickery and subtlety where Yuri excelled at the strength of her arm and the solidity of her sword.  Who would win in a contest, he wondered?<br/><br/>His thoughts were pulled from him yet again by the last member of their group, the mage Kamilsa.  He said nothing as she spoke, though he did look to the inn behind them with some disdain.  The name was fitting, however, even appropriate, given the current state of their 'camaraderie'.  Perhaps there was a wisdom to her words, he mused.  Perhaps she was giving him an outlet to clear the air with their would-be leader.<br/><br/>"A drink would be most pleasant..." he said, keeping his tone even.  "What say you...Mistress?"