Zavakri stirs, sensing a potential turning point here.  Her eyes flicker briefly and she laughs suddenly- her self imposed resolve to let another speak shattering immediately after she told herself to wait quietly.

"--Ha, chums, not at all." She bites her lip as she swiftly casts her eyes about the room and takes them in, digesting their dialogue around her. "In fact we were less interested in being 'with' a king wotsywoggle and more interested in 'can we help you folks right before us'?"

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