Kehah couldn't stop the small growl of discontent as the Dark Elves disrespected the beings that saved her life. They were [i]stupid[/i] for staying around and watching over her people?

She supposes she should be thankful for Geoffrey's call to her, for had he not, she can't be sure that she'd have held her tongue around the two. What she is [i]not[/i] thankful for, however, is that Geoffrey was [i]on top of the table pinning down the fatman.[/i] She felt her pulse quicken as the Lord Grimm stood and acquired his axe from a servant. 

She stood quickly, her chair making a sharp noise as it scuffed backwards with the force. She didn't know how this man would react to disobedience to his rules, but that axe didn't look promising.

"Geoffr-" Her warning cut off as a loud [i]CRACK[/i] echoed through the room, and all the people that were on the table tumbled through the newly made split and onto the floor. She stared at the space where the Lieutenant was once sprawled, body static as the scene turned into a tableau during the Lord Grimm's admonishment.

Exhaling a sharp breath, Kehah pulled her seat back in and sat back down with a grimace. It seems that Maar'von's kin was going to be more difficult to keep alive than she initially thought. She turned back to Lady Grimm with an air of apology about her.

"I'd like to apologize to you on behalf of my...comrades, Lady Grimm," Kehah spoke through gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, fiddling with the knife she'd unconsciously gripped in her abrupt standing. "If I may inquire...are we allowed to send and receive letters whilst here?"