For a tense moment, it seemed like it would come to blow.

Then it passed, the elder djinn instead deciding to unload the venom from his heart. Verdant didn't relax though, for a mere lapse of moment had lost her the initiative just a minute ago. Hand still clutching the mage-breaker in a vial, the serpent inched to stand by Jazdia's side. As much as support as to surround the curator, emerald eyes finding Rezello across the room.

She wasn't sure how much can be conveyed with only a gaze, but if it still comes to a blow she'd like to coordinate their attacks.

The story that followed was... Screams and weeping. Acrid, sickly-sweet tang of ashes and burnt flesh. Desolation as far as the eyes can see, travelling to the faraway horizon. The serpent blinked quickly, once and then twice, chasing away the memories. Parallel should not be drawn carelessly, not with a story told so one-sidedly.

[b][color=#38b000]"Nothing is set in stone until the final line is crossed."[/color][/b] Verdant hissed with malice, obstinately digging in and refusing to budge. [b][color=#38b000]"You've failed to settle your issue in seventeen-hundred years, ancient one. You dont get to talk about being short sighted."[/color][/b]

As if on cue, the rest of the party arrived. Verdant spared one last flicker of a glance to the elf, who mouthed back with blades in hands to an entity that probably could've dismantled any of them with a thought and Sich'al bite her that's hot. Chasing away the errant thought, her observation fell upon Vesemir and the others now. The extra swords she doubt could do much, but the sorceress that gave her the goosebumps should be able to tilt the battle in their favor. If there's one. And if Arcan didn't recognize the threat and snapped Fia in half first thing.

Avoiding open confrontation, much to her displeasure, was still the prudent thing.

[b][color=#38b000]"Our host is regretting his hospitality, unfortunately."[/color][/b] The words came out as snidely as it could, for no other reason than to be extra petty.