Such upset, out there. Beside her, Felosii can feel Korash's interest in the fight, and the corner of her mouth curves up in a smile. It does not find her eyes - they remain chips of golden ice  as the elf's gaze flicks to the other in the room. Tch. How unsubtle. This one will bear watching - particularly if she proves to have skill to back up the theatrics.<br/><br/>For her part, Felosii does not engage in theatrics. Nor does she fidget. She remains perfectly still, cream-coloured robes falling down in perfect folds, the red and gold designs at neck, sleeve and hem draping perfectly. Somehow, her stillness is more unnerving than the two men flanking her - there is a readiness that surrounds her slender body. Whatever she is thinking, it is not readily apparent. Even her cool smile could mean anything - amused at the men fighting and dying above, amused at the interest of the brutish half-orc on her left, or amused at the black-clad assassin waiting in the shadows....