Naiobe sighs impatiently. "I don't care about your horse-woman, Brom." She ignores the whimpers of her dryad, folding her arms and facing Brom full-on. "Did you know that Corwin is here?" She doesn't bother to keep her voice low or her tone polite. If Naiobe is going to have to suffer that ass' presence, then no one around her is going to be happy, either. "You could have<em>warned</em>me," she adds. "You know he's rude, and licentious, and crude, and ..." She grits her teeth so hard he can probably hear them grinding. "I hate dealing with him."