Lord Balrog stemmed the tide of his fury by taking a long sip of ale.  He returned Sister Alyx's pointed glance with his habitual menacing scowl.  Everyone at the table knew how he felt about Soma.<br/><br/>"You compliment one another quite well, sister," he hissed.   "You are a wolf.  She is a snake."  He then turned his glare to Soma.   "I have made it clear to the council that I do not trust this prattling instigator.  None of us know where her domain lies.  The location of her home is a mystery to us all.  I am owed an explanation.  Why is she here, in my domain, breaking bread at my table?"<br/><br/>He stood, leaned forward on the table, his fists pushing against the tabletop's surface.<br/><br/>"It was a mistake to permit her into this alliance!"