For a moment Biancca was too stunned to react. The Halfling brushed past her towards a large table laden with food. It had somehow managed to escape her notice, probably owing to the tense and immediately dangerous confrontation that had drawn her eye. Now though, her attention was drawn to the platters of sliced meats and vegetables. Several large decanters of wine rested on the table and her mouth watered in spite of herself, it had been a long and dusty journey afterall. Maybe it wasn’t the worst idea in the world. The Halfling was already tucking in with a disgusting enthusiasm and a general brawl seemed yet to develop.
 
Adopting a bemused expression, she swaggered across the room past the would be combatants, strutting with all the confidence she had learned from pirates and courtesans both. Stopping at the table she poured herself a glass of wine. Eschewing a chair, she perched herself on the edge of the table opposite the Halfling so she could keep her cool gaze on the dwarf and the greenskins.
Maintaining her expression of amused disinterest she plucked an apple from one of the fruit platters and began to eat.