[center][h1][color=silver]Erinia Sylric[/color][/h1][/center]

A mild nod came from the Elga woman, a basic and polite acknowledgement that the party was indeed a rather jovial thing and that Miss Vasiliou had been well thus far this evening. Basic pleasantries to be sure, but all the same the suggestion to go out and make herself merry further in it did bring a midly bemused smile began tugging at the left corner of her mouth in this case. Not a mocking smile, nor a knowing smile, a simple smile with polite restraint and self-control that spoke to her own thoughts on the matter. 

Even so, her eyes trailed carefully and calculatedly over the party's participants and area's occupants before returning her gaze once more to the woman she was sitting next to. 

[color=silver]"I am in relatively good spirits overall, I'd say, and it is all rather pleasantly jovial and upbeat, isn't it? Hmm. Even so, I must decline to indulge too much in the goings-on here. I certianly won't seek to quash the right of those here this evening to celebrate getting this far out of danger either,"[/color] the Elgan woman noted, her tone kept ever professionally calm and polite as she made her thoughts known in brief on the matter before her gaze turned somewhat more curious in kind, [color=silver]"Though alas, I'm afraid I am saving my merriment more so for a later time, however, once we see the results of our arrival in Mitteland and the consequences therein."[/color]

Indeed, some seemed to think this whole affair would end decidedly in Mitteland as far as their part came. War, politics, and the complexity of potential consequences, it all was never as simple as that to her though. Not after five centuries of life it all wasn't. 

She and others might drop off the others, then glide on back to support the war effort of Inbur, etc, etc. That was always on possibility. Another potnetiality might be that some aspiring Mittelander could seize the gold and use it as leverage for a political move inside their own nation. Yet another still might see potential enemy agents make use of their situation to remove the struggling Inbur's potential access to part of its gold reserve. The paranoia of many different peopel crammed into one vessel could pan out more or less worse before they even landed. In other words....she was keeping an open mind, and aimed to survive the ordeal if she could as they saw what came next in more certain terms moving forwards. Even the nomads of the plains knew to keep track of what way the wind was blowing before making their move during a hunt. 

A further thought to entertain in her mind was also....well, how Inbur had been overrun on two fronts so quickly? Mitteland was in a relatively good position to be less than a mere buffer state, even though war had come to its borders, depending on the thoughts of those there and how the actions of those fighting below ended up going as well. Weapons and mass numbers were one thing, but for these issues to occur so close to each other in timing on the back end of a losing propoganda war? Hmm. It was also to be said that good hunter had to know how to corner and kill their prey, moving carefully and then striking quickly whether they [u]working with others[/u] during the hunt or even potentially seizing sudden opportiunities that might [u]land at one's own doorstep unexpedctedly[/s] on the part of hunter and prey alike. There was also the use of things such as [u]traps[/u] for hunting as well, of course, but she didn't want to digress too much into the hunting analogies that ran through her mind at first. 

[color=silver]"I also wished to know in passing if you'd like to be given some of my old notes, ones that I belive could be of interest to you if I remember right. They're notes from an interview with a Shariq family I conducted some years ago, during the earlier resettlement efforts, who were headed to help settle what I believe is currently the revived kingdom's capital if I'm not mistaken."[/color]

A small offer, a gessture of goodwill, but one that based on prior conversation and knowledge she hoped would prove enticing. A way also to....say...get some more thoughts from the scholar, get the topic moving in a particular direction even, before dropping the greater question she had for her tonight (if possible). Still, she'd have to see how Mitunbaal responded or reacted to the offer and revelation of said notes. Or, well, if she even belived she had such a thing back in her cabin (she, in fact, have those notes and more with her yet still) to offer up in the first place for that matter!

[@Bingelly]