Laughter rang out through the small inn, Amethysts' eyes flashed a brilliant scarlet as she eyed the drow with knitted eyebrows. It was rather clear that she was furious, the way her eyelines were pulling together, the way her lips made a perfect straight line, the way her hands were fidgetting in her lap.<em>"Perhaps,"</em>she began, the first turn in the Ancient as her voice practically dripped with acid-<em>"it is best for your simple life."</em>For Amethyst, in such a mood as this; one would always say how ruthless, how...Horrible she was. It was like, all emotion fell from her attire and slithered out along the floor to another dimension whilst she stayed behind to conjure up a storm.<em>"It does not matter the words, or the race at which you direct them - respect should always be maintained for a warrior in Dimat, especially one as... Well known as Arcxsus."</em>Merely a statement, Amethyst looked away from the drow; disgusted with herself, and him.<em>"You know, Kalin..."</em>She whispered suddenly, a shocking change in her demeanor to say the least-<em>"I used to live like you, taking the aftermath just  as pleasantly as the present and hoping to...God knows who, that nothing too serious would be rocketting my way because of how careless I was being."</em>She shook her head as if trying to clear an unwanted memory.<br/><br/><em>"I'm not trying to tell you off, or direct you to another path- your choices and mistakes are your own to carry with you. All I ask is that; if we have to spend tonight together at the same table with this whole group- it might be a little idea for you to have understanding for the...Seasonal warrior."</em>With that the Ancient picked up her glass and downed its whole contents, closing her eyes to savour it before placing it back down.