[b]Elora[/b]

There was a fine line between arrogance and confidence and Elora only hoped that Angelo's claims were justified. Over confidence could be dangerous and she hoped that he would deliver. It seemed she was not the only one with concerns, or with patience running thin, for that matter. The other woman, Ella, leaned close and whispered to her and Elora erupted in laughter. She was surprised by the elf's willingness to make a jab at one of their companions. Clearly she had read Elora well. She was more than happy to partake. 

"Perhaps," she considered, resting her chin on her hand. "However, he won't have the opportunity to complain until he's regained consciousness," she pointed out with a smirk. "I do, however, have a herb on me that, once crushed and deposited in his ale, will have a paralytic effect on his tongue. We could go that route, either," she suggested, unsure whether she was serious or not. She certainly wouldn't be opposed to a little mischief, but she did not wish to anger her comrades so soon. There would be time yet for that.