"Oh, I see her drunk." Ysaryn declared proudly. "She talk and talk and talk, and gets very friendly, no? Like a cat?" The elf winked at Kire. "I would not mind to see again." 
"Mmm," Envy said, his attention shifting between them before he heard Narda's question. "Don't drink, I'm afraid." He answered. "Inhibitions and all that. The tobacco is all I allow myself, really. Unless its a weak wine."
Ysaryn studied Envy, realizing she had never seen him drink at all, and wondered if it would be worth it to try. Her attention was turned to Kire as she coughed, her smirk reappearing. 
"No more, or you will not make it to bed." Ysaryn ordered, though there was the unmistakable hint of a challenge in her voice. Then she perked up, looking around. "Where is the grumpy one?"
"Which one?" Envy asked, chuckling. 
"Either." Ysaryn twisted, looking at each of the dozen or so faces that were sitting in the hall.
"I'd guess they're just in another hall." Envy commented. 

Ysaryn fell quiet a moment, pulling apart the tender pork on her plate, her fingers quickly coated in grease. "[i]They were not kind to him. Either of us, really.[/i]" Ysaryn said suddenly in elvish. A few of her people silenced and looked over. "[i]They kept Rulitus in a cage, magic suppressant wards. For me, I had bracelets so I could wander freely, but he refused, so they didn't let him roam. I don't think he slept for the duration we were there.[/i]"
Envy hummed. "[i]He'll be fine. A little sleep and he'll resurface, I assure you.[/i]" He promised, reaching forward to gently pat Ysaryn. As he couldn't see, he simply lifted his hand, and Ysaryn gently pushed it back down, as if to say she hardly needed his comfort.
But her people continued to watch her, ire crossing some of their expressions. "[i]They caged you?[/i]" One of them said.
"[i]What makes them any different than the men in Cordon?[/i]"
"[i]They have no right![/i]"
Ysaryn and Envy both straightened, sensing the rising tension. "[i]That is enough.[/i]" Envy insisted. 
"[i]We don't answer to you![/i]" One of them snapped.
"[i]But you do answer to me, and I am also saying to drop it.[/i]" She snarled right back, baring her teeth. The males shrank back a little, though they still looked cross. "[i]They did not put me in a cage to violate me or sell me. They put us all in a cage to suppress our magic. Then we were let out.[/i]" Her nostrils flared. "[i]You challenge Envy again I will make you count the grains of sand all day.[/i]"
The elves hissed at her, leering at Envy while they went back to their meal. Ysaryn, looking grumpy, took another drink from her bottle. Envy pursed his lips together, sighing. 
Then Ysaryn rose to her feet, taking the [i]Kombu[/i]. "I need air."
"Ysaryn, its pouring rain outside." Envy pointed out. 
"Still air!" She answered before vanishing outside. The group of elven males looked over again, glaring. 

Envy exhaled noisily. "Not all a peaceful trip, I take it?" He asked as he glanced toward the other three, yet unaware that Ed would have understood. "She tells me that your magic was suppressed. I can't imagine that felt pleasant. I've only felt that once, when Ruli was practicing his wards. Its like being under a massive amount of water." The Kartaian shifted his shoulders uncomfortably at the memory. "Kire has magic, does that mean you do, as well, Ed? Or even you, Narda, I haven't asked. I hope I'm not prying by doing so."