Sana turned and eyed Bjoric for a moment before taking a deep breath and rising from her place. “If you touch that little Goblin my arrow will find a home in yer chest before your hammer has a chance to fall. No offense,” she stated in and oddly calm manner before taking a deep breath. “And Veris, shut it before I ask Drizzak to give you a big fiery smooch,” she said with a smirk on her lips.

	“Other than that, Bjoric is right. We all need to calm the fuck down, including me. Get the hell out of this place, it’s making things worse and find out why the hell the damned mage Guild wants the chalice,” she said quickly walking away from the group looking for a way out. “Ellis, put Ceris to good use, get us out of here,” she said quickly before seeking Delia out and holding her hand out to her. “Come on, it’s okay,” she said as she smiled and waited for Delia to join her. 

	Things were getting out of control down there and oddly now that everyone was snapping Sana was extremely calm. She had always been that way. Smaller situations she was livid, as they grew more outrageous she grew calmer, slipping between heated and cool; until cool finally took over. It was taking over. Yes the group had only been together a short time but that didn’t matter. As much as Ellyn cried out that things wouldn’t be the same, deep down Sana felt the same. She just wanted to get them all out of there safe and sound now. To do that, they had to stop bickering. 

	“Now, move it, we are leaving,” she snapped. She wasn’t leaving it up for debate. They needed to leave before matters got worse, at least out under the sky if things got too hot under the collar people could walk away. Here that wasn’t an option.