<br/>At the mention of a 'monster', Licinia's gaze wanders over to the table, frowning slightly to herself.  "A monster?"  The words are melodic as they flow from her mouth, their direction unsure, and their tone unknown.  It could be incredulous or alarmed, amused or not. '<em>What manner of beast would come to city as this?</em>', her thoughts ask silently.  "Here?" she asks simply of the three.  '<em>My, but a monster on the loose within Lindos would make quite a lovely piece of news...</em>'.  She lifts her own drink to her mouth, taking another drink of the warm water contained therein, wincing faintly at the sound of a chair being introduced to a person in a wholly new and unique manner that neither would forget in a hurry.  Her eyes remain on the three, though she shifts her attention to the fight occasionally to observe the latest carnage.  '<em>I wonder what manner of beast, though...</em>'.