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Kaite's eyebrows perked as she was offered the cup, having not anticipated the warmth in the welcome. [color=a187be]"Ah, with grace, my high lords~" [/color]she chirped, offering Saxton a teasing wink over the edge of the cup as she took a sip before continuing. [color=a187be]"Try not to take it personally"[/color] she commented on her appearances in status reports, her tone dismissive of the implied inconvenience of criminal acquisitions turning into bloodbaths. It was quickly turning into one big game for her, as the reservation in the high-elf's expressions hinted to forced civility. On the topic of the situation being contrast to her expectations, other faces began to emerge seemingly from the woodwork in some cases.

What appeared to be a young wood elf held the same reservation Kaite had, though genuinely lack of spite as she stood up soon after taking a seat. [color=a187be]"Oh, have a seat! Ya got their letter, too, ah?"[/color] She laughed, gesturing to the seat Dioana had essentially claimed, clicking a plated knuckle on the stone table.
While most of the occupants seemed combat-ready, the small woman uniquely caught Kaite's attention with how out of place they seemed, easing her own nerves. The half-elf would have had the nerve to put her feet up on the table as a small power play if it weren't for her suspicion that she'd be thrown out by Sadron for such disrespect.
The gathering of names couldn't be overlooked, and among them, the small elf stood out in their league of champions. Kaite dismissed her skepticism since it wasn't her call who the high-elves invited to their garden party.
[color=a187be]"Refreshments?"[/color] Kaite offered, already in the process of pouring a cup of tea for noons in particular, though watching Dioana.