The one who called himself Angelo would carry on and beat his armored chest in much the way an ape might attempting to display dominance. In all honesty Ella felt like it might as well be. Maybe was was just quick to judge but either his fervor for battle is unrivaled, or the blows to the head over the years have taken their toll. Only time would tell. 

Katari spoke briefly, but as much opposite in tone as the prior as one could. His voice was flat and serious compared to the brother elf who spoke only seconds ago. Ella would soon be distracted from the conversation as Altha, another Dalish comrade, motioned over a woman and threw her a bag of coinage; she couldn't be sure how much. Still, the bar was quickly and efficiently emptied. He rolled out a large map across the table and began to explain the mission, pointing to various places on the map as he spoke. 

Angelo interrupted betting on his own self-glory. Ella shook her head, she would defiantly have her work cut out for her. In all truth, Ella did not enjoy the idea of killing, and by her own hand few have fallen, and only when defending who she has sworn to protect. Should it come to her having to fight, hopefully for her sake, it won't be a fair one; she wouldn't stand a chance and knew it. 

"It's pure extract of the worst smell I ever encountered, Oghren a Grey Warden dwarf. Seriously if you value your life don't smell it...”

"This is a dwarf's bodily fluids?," the human questioned aloud. Ella was hard to suppress a look of disgust, but did not manage to hold back a chuckle at her reaction. 

The rest asked their questions and confirmed with the plan. It was simple enough Ella supposed, hopefully it would be effective. Still, Angelo spoke again. Ella sighed as he went on. 

Ella sat annoyed for a moment before leaning towards Elora while Angelo was still going on, “He said it would knock out anything but a dwarf, yes? Do you think he would be upset if we used it to shut him up?,” she asked jokingly.