Though most seemed fine with not harming the imp, one even wanting to recruit it, Maeve instantly showed that she was far from versed in anything worldly. Kistal's nostrils flared and he glared at the Isoli. "Ah, yes, and we should apparently force our ideas of personal property onto a creature with no concept of it and an instinctual urge to scavenge. That would be akin to expecting an Isoli noble girl to ignore her nature and stop being a frigid bitch any time something doesn't go her way. Or, maybe we should tell the Isoli that enslaving people is bad, trying to deny their natural urge to put people like me in chains and kill their parents for nothing more than dropping a cheap cut of meat." He drew closer to Maeve, his lips curling into a cruel grin.

"Hypothermia happens if you can get cold. Magical ice or not, I am a goddamn satyr. The cold, high mountains are my home. Meanwhile, your kind sits in their palace, being their arrogant supremacist and racist selves, seeking to do nothing but ruin your homeland and shut out the world. At least I am honest about who I am and how many people I've killed and saved. You are threatening to kill over a useless bit of cloth. Can you say you are truly honest, Miss Frigid, after all those threats?"

Chihiro was focused on her food for a moment but soon looked up. Maeve's thinly veiled threat was bad enough, but now she was essentially asking Kistal to use his magic on her. Chihiro saw the handiwork of the satyr. He could mess with the mind of a sand worm and change people's bodies. That was far from an enemy she felt the frail looking Isoli would want. She stood up and drew her fans, choosing not to enter the situation yet as she hadn't decided who was more in the wrong. She had fought with Kistal and knew he was highly protective of certain types of people. She also knew he didn't hold back if he felt someone needed to die. But, she was tentative to side with Maeve since she was casually threatening the imp that could very well die from the attack she mentioned.

Tali, much like Chihiro, poised herself to intervene but couldn't figure out who she wanted to protect. The Isoli was cute and seemed to want to escape her past but Kistal was genuine and, in Tali's eyes, overall right in his assessment of Maeve. She was quite a frigid girl in the baths, jumping to a temper at the slightest thing. Kistal, though, was obviously also ready to get aggressive. Tali wanted no violence if she could help it, but she would show her full demonic strength if need be.

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Khatia's arrival was both early, as usual, and before anyone was ready for her, which was unusual. She was so early that her coming in scared a few of her women. She just smiled and gave out a few notes of a whistle. "Alright, my dears, everyone that should be there should go to the planning room. All my other sweeties, get ready for a bit of a fun day. We have a target and it moves out within the hour."

She went to the planning room, a conspicuous amount of rolled scrolls under one arm and a package in the other. Passing her second in command, she smiled at Linoa sweetly. "Come along, dusky dear. We have so many things to discuss and so many plans to make."