Demetri gave a final sigh of frustration with the naive oracle as the magical carried words of Ariana registered in his mind.<strong>"In either case, Dinners ready. Our allies had the sense to have a table set for us. I think you should think about that word, <em>Ally</em>, and what it means to you."</strong>He told her, his frustration at the way she'd been acting towards most everyone in their group coming to a head.<strong>"You'll find it hard to make friends if you act like a goddess among savages, which is the way you've treated your traveling companions as of this point. I think you should make up your mind on whether we're your allies, or just some people you're taking advantage of to get rich."</strong>His words were somewhat sharp, but he didn't like her constantly risking the party's ability to remain cohesive.<br/><br/>There was no telling what kind of dangers they would run into in the dark ruins they would explore in the months to come, but he trusted the others to pull his body from the mouth of a dragon if the need arose. With her it was a question in his mind, and that did not sit well with the Galtean Fighter. He turned away from her then, and walked downstairs, leaving the butter and feather in the room to join up with his allies.