Piripiri glances about, looking at the various tables bustling about with various people, hiding away from the day's nonsense in a quiet and normally-roomy teahouse. The owner scuttled from table to table, where at a corner table, there is a circle of the interesting characters of today's drama. A priestess, a witch, not one but two knights, a hooligan... yes, she wants to know what is going on.

She quietly gets up from her seat and goes to where the owner is currently doing a frazzled dance trying to get tea on the table for everyone, and silently starts to load up a tray with teapot, cups, and minor treats. "You seem to need the help." She says with a nod, before bustling off to The Table. One would normally be more indirect, but they appear to have launched straight into conversing, and it'd be notable to serve the entourage before the knights. Notable is bad when one wants to be unobserved. 

Off to this table, get the orders in proper order (the hooligan surprises, here, with quite a nuanced order, somebody to chat with and swap silly fables of what you surely didn't do in another life). Ignore the tension one could cut with a knife, that's not what your knives are for. And then, serve tea, again in proper order, a cup for the priestess, a cup for the senior knight, a cup for the junior knight, a cup for the witch, and two for the ruffian. If she notices that the junior knight takes her tea with more noble manners than most warriors would (she does), she betrays none of it on her face. If she slips up slightly, and uses the proper, Hymairi protocols for the hooligan, nobody noticed, she's sure. Linger about, refills, serve the hangers-on, and they are... discussing Ven.

Mmm. A brief fight between spiritual duties. One should draw no attention to oneself when not needed, but... she is who she is, in order to fight just these sorts. It's a step deeper.

And so your tea server carefully takes a seat from one of the other tables, sits down, and plops a sword wrapped in green cloth on the table. Her tone is level and quiet, but cuts through the chatter of the teahouse to all at the table. She's done this before.

"The woman you are seeking, based on the clothes you described," this to Han "is Ven, who is based in a ruined castle several hours walk through the jungle. I just escaped it myself, with the aid of another prisoner who I'm escorting to safety. Her title is Prince of the Brass City, and she serves a master in Hell. There are two types of demons in the castle, snake-women who are... responsible for this outfit, and some sort of minion that serves as the standard guard, who wear coats of a putrid green, hoods, and have many medals upon their body. This is one of their swords." And the sword is pushed forward, rolling across the table and leaving it sitting upon the unraveled banner of hell it was wrapped in, center stage. "I am unsure if I can kill them: they are able to be trapped or pinned."

She looks between Han's rage, and Kayala striding out the door, tea untouched, and frowns. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with navigating the jungle, and I couldn't get you back to the castle even if I wasn't getting the other escapee elsewhere as fast as possible. One of you might want to stop that one, then, from doing something... stupid."

She sips Kayala's tea, nervous. She needs privacy and time to contact Red Wolf and update her. This is her duty, but not her job, and she's risked quite a bit on doing the right thing. No comforting sayings from her teacher here, this was a raw gamble.