Ri'vashi huffed incredulously as they were entering the dining chamber. "How drunk would they have to be to annoy [i]Ri'vashi[/i], of all people?" If not her reputation, she reasoned her size alone would be enough of a deterrent for most drunks. Then again, inebriation and rationality were concepts that rarely mixed. Regardless, she followed Gallus inside, not expecting any issues. Indeed, they were hardly acknowledged apart from passing greetings. 

Ri'vashi was not normally a particularly heavy drinker, but her size alone allowed her to easily tolerate what most would consider strong drinks. Indeed, she had to select something strong if she wanted to feel anything of note from her drinks. Given the question that Gallus had opened with, she expected that she was going to go through quite a few drinks before the end of the night. She leaned forward with her head in her hands and let out a sigh. "That is an understatement. Honestly, Ri'vashi wishes she only had the Falmer and Dwemer machines to deal with. She'd rather have a Falmer attack on the city every day than have to deal with Vile. Losing the Arenthia clan really put things into perspective for everyone, this one thinks. They were lucky to have so many survivors, but that was only because of how many of them were werevultures. Almost everyone who was confined to the ground was slaughtered. It is getting difficult for Ri'vashi to bring herself to assign anyone to make any sort of attack against the enemy's forces. We have to slow them down, but she cannot help but to feel that she is sending good men and women to their deaths. Saras' spies have been providing wonderful information, but it has been so hard to do anything with it. Even just a simple ambush on a supply caravan requires absolute perfection from our soldiers. If they make just one mistake, then the gas takes them."