As Aimee was trying to maintain some order in the hall, a large centaur warrior approached. Apparently she had some problems with Aimee taking charge, and if the inquisitor had to guess, it was cultural. People like the Centaurs were a barbaric race who only let strength lead them, or at least that's how Aimee categorized them. Like Minotaurs and werewolves people like her had a strong warrior culture, and likely don't take answers from any old stranger. Fine by Aimee though; she was never going to back down from a challenge. [color=crimson]"Compared to this nonsense going on I am calm. If anyone has an issue with me maintaining some order here, they should come speak up. If you have a problem, then you'd best have more to say. Otherwise wait in line."[/color] Aimee's tone was as cold as ice. Even as a few others stepped in to say their piece Aimee didn't take her eyes off the centaur.