Sera raised an eyebrow when Camilla complimented her smile -- twice! She really had to hand it to her for her boldness! And even worse, Kalin had to agree with her, even if it were only to mock Sera in the process. Sera resisted the urge to reply with a scathing remark, but merely kept smiling, deciding to play along. "Well, I thank you two for your pretty words. Scowling does put a huge strain on the facial muscles, so I suppose we must take a break from that as often as we can. I, for one, am content to keep my scowls only for obnoxious Drows who overstep the line. Anyway, young Terrax," here she addressed Camilla, "remember that all who smile are friendly and nice. You should learn to look out for yourself. And as for your neighbours, if they don't stop snoring, I'm sure Nero would be more than obliged to share his room with you." She said that last sentence lightly, wondering how if Camilla would understand the meaning behind it.<br/><br/>She chose to ignore the Drow's words about being not all that unalike. Although their races were cousins, she was less inclined to trust Kalin than the other Terrax at the table. Despite his outburst, she knew that Drows were good tricksters and manipulators of words. At least the Terrax were mostly predictable. With a Drow, you never knew when he was going to stab you. Wasn't that what the Elders say was why they left and became a separate race anyway?<br/><br/>She glanced over her shoulder to see what Arcxsus and the others were looking at, and eyed the Zarmen. They certainly didn't look happy, but at least they were drinking in silence, instead of causing trouble. The story Arcxsus related was familiar to her, or at least part of it. Yes, it was sad, but it didn't exactly concern her. So she sat drinking her wine in silence as he told it.<br/><br/>But Arcxsus' last line made her choke on her drink. "My<em>what</em>?!" she growled, her eyes narrowing and her hand tightening in a death-like grip around her wine glass. She turned around, giving the two Arcxsus had implicated a fierce glare. She considered, too, getting up and making quick work of them -- not to kill them, of course, but to ensure that those greedy eyes would never see again -- but gave up on the idea. It wasn't worth the trouble. So she contended herself with throwing them a look of disgust, and turned her back to them once again.<br/><br/>She was still seething, her pale skin flushed with an angry red. When Nero left, and when Amethyst returned from her bath smelling of soap, she did not look up from her wine glass, which was so very near being smashed to bits in her hand.<br/><br/>((OOC: Sorry guys! I've been busy... ))