"If a problem arises, at least [i]this time[/i] there is no question as to who is to blame." Arthera uttered under her breath, unrelenting eyes shifted to their cat-woman. It was provoked by the unfolding ordeal of Ceria and Daisy, especially the notion that another fight might break out as result. Instead, Ceria hurried off and disappeared, leaving the rest of them where they stood.

Unamused, the tall figure closed her eyes and drew in a long sigh, left to only herself in thought briefly as she awaited her opportunity to get on with this. They were being charged at the least busy time of day added coin, but at least under the "promise" they would not be interrupted or disturbed by any of the riffraff that plagued this place. At least that much the psion knew she could trust, as the man unquestionably had a business to run. Letting your patrons get the better of your word was how you lost customers and swift at that.

"And if I had wanted to have hurt you Daisy, I would have done so a long time ago." She commented, albeit this time with knowing audibility, "So the only issue we face is the one where we should probably see our enemies off rather than drag them around as we seem to be making habit of."

She passed by Talionis and Travos, boots falling in step and paying no mind to the goblin, disappearing up the stairs thereafter without another word; there was nothing to be added to this and her patience was taxed more than her mind or body were. Perhaps one day they would understand the reality of the world they lived in, but she had no high hopes. Rather, she did not even care one way or another if they ever did learn, provided it did not get her killed.