Amisi reached out and gently touched his arm. "Please sir, don't engage her." She looked sad as she looked from him to Moire and back. "She's just angry because she can't understand the honor that her city has given her." She looked over at Moire who was standing there, staring angrily back at Alain. Amisi rose to her feet and moved to stand in front of him. "Sir, why don't you send her to her room and let her just sit there for a while, let her calm herself so that she can be with us like civilized people. She has nothing of real value to us anyways sir, we are all we need right?"<br/><br/>Moire fixed Amisi with a glare of absolute hatred and sneered. "You pathetic little whore, you would grovel for him and lower yourself to the standards of some common little fuck thing." Her face distorted with disgust. "You are just as vile a creature as the man that you are willing to crawl for." She fixed him with a new glare of disgust. "I don't want to fight you, I don't want you to touch me in any way. Why don't you use the little whore as your plaything and let me be for the rest of my days."<br/><br/>Tiffany's face paled as all the anger was thrown around the room so bitterly. She pulled her knees to her chest moved further into the corner of the room, terrified that it would be turned to her. She stared at the floor as she waited for somebody's wrath to break loose and for the real terror of the situation begin to flare up. She bit her lip as she looked from Amisi to Alain to Moire and back again. "Please...Please don't fight, even if everything seems as if we could never be happy with eachother there is no need for fighting." Her voice was as soft as the smallest bell in the most ornate bell towers and it shook with fear as she pushed herself to her feet. "Please, Sir, don't allow this all to taint what should be a good day. Moire is a proud woman who feels jilted by her own city, she feels as if she has been lowered in status and discarded as a shameful secret of her family. Amisi, she seems to thrive on intellect and yet her actions here, encouraging the disdain of another who has much to teach in an area she knows little about, that doesn't seem so scholarly. And you Sir, yes she began the verbal attack on you first, but to lower yourself to the level of a petty argument seems a tad saddening to me." She folded her hands in her lap as she stepped forward, moving closer to all of them.<br/><br/>"Moire, you weren't discarded. They chose you because not only are you the most beautiful they had to offer, but you are the most skilled and thus you represent the best they have to offer, is that not an honor?" She looked to Amisi. "You do not know how to fight well do you, and yet you would like to condemn a skill warrior for what she has to teach us all. That does not sound like the brilliant scholar I know of you to be. You are the most brilliant and beautiful one that your city has to offer, and yet you would risk shaming them by acting this way." She stopped just short of Alain and took to one knee in front of him. "I am the humble daughter of a merchant who taught me much of the ways to apply diplomacy Milord. I'm not certain that I was the best my city had to offer but I am here to serve however I must."<br/><br/>Moire and Amisi were both staring at her with shock and confusion after the way she had stepped forward to handle the huge disagreement that had arisen. She had successfully silenced Amisi's encouraging tongue and she had cooled the fires inside Moire's heart for the time being. Instead they both just looked shocked that the timid girl who had been hiding in the corner had stepped forward and spoken so boldly of them all.