She gazed at the young woman, an idea forming in her mind.  "Hmm?  Oh.  Once you have her deprived of her weapons and armor, she'll hardly be a threat to me."  She smiled.  "That's why I sent for my bag, though.  I think I have an idea on how to stop this from becoming something far more dangerous than we could imagine.  Once you've gotten this taken care of, place the armor and weapons in my room.  Use the side corridors.  Don't upset the guests, please."<br/><br/>She settled to another divan, one elbow on the arm of it, her cheek resting in her hand.  "Yes, I think I do have an idea on what to do with you, Dynast," she said softly.  It wasn't actually an accurate term, but she'd gotten into the habit of calling all Terrestrials Dynasts, because her company was more inclined to react to that term than 'Dragon-Blooded' or 'Terrestrial'.  Or worse, as some of the Bronze Faction tried to label them, 'Upstarts'.<br/><br/>She smiled, a slight malevolence behind her eyes, even as she moved to the floor next to the divan where the woman was sleeping.  Folding her hands in her lap, she waited for her bag, knowing full well what was in that bag, and the use it was about to be put to.