Was, per usual, lazing about. After all, why work when she'd bought two perfectly grand slaves to work for her this week? Never mind that owning slaves seemed a bit, like work. If not fun as well. Including but not excluding, her loving Arumil and that saucy firemage concubine, joe. She found them amusing little gadgets to play all kinds of things with. A most enjoyable few days, it had been. Well, along with stomach upsets.
She'd lofted a snowy brow as she watched one after the other step up to the notes in the Inn and finally, like the slave? She was entertained. Of course, until she heard valindra muttering and joes name come out her mouth. Finally, the laconic one stirred, her glass of rum in one hand and the other? Resting by her hip. Just, not on it.
Glass was lifted and eyes of ember sifted over all that had been written, laughter flowed like velvet that teased and tempted the ear. Right up until she seen Graviks response and then all laughter abruptly....
... got louder. Really? All that over the wolfy that died more often then the sins of a virgin newly come? She drained her rum and considered options.
Option number one. Laugh again.
Option number two. Laugh louder, again.
Option number three. Cold cock him one and hang him on the wall next to the notes.
Choices.. choices.. She was all about choices.