Metel sighed. She had to agree with the centaur's argument.

"You have a point," she replied, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "Then perhaps you should be the one in charge. You seem calmer than this lady-in-black here--she gestured towards Aimee--and you have the presence to be our temporary improptu leader. I will gladly vouch for you to keep these people in line."

She looked back at the lady-in-black. Judging from her expression, she guessed she wouldn't be happy about the centaur being in charge. This could prove to be a problem, she thought. She seemed to be the kind of person who loved to settle things without talking or negotiating.

"Listen," she said to both of them, "I don't really care who does it, since I only wish I could wait in line in peace. I am only here because of one of the rewards posted, the rare plant I need for my potions. Usually, I won't participate in something like this so standing here like a tree for gods know how long already irritates me. And now, with all this rowdiness going on, I am even more irked. I am starting to be tempted to use a couple of my sleep potions--she gestured at the tiny vials hanging from her belt--on the offending parties. So if you're going to fight, I'm afraid I'll have to waste them on you two. And I hate that. It's not a simple matter to make them, you know."