Just by her mildly slurred tone of voice and her jovial jests towards the agitated woman's face of displeasure and disappointment towards her, not to mention the voluminous amounts of wine Crystal may have consumed before the knight arrived to fetch her, Irina could well deduce...the Princess was indeed drunk, intoxicated beyond all resolve. "M'lady, what are you doing drinking wine before our departure? You know, as do I....you have trouble consuming alcohol." Irina saw no need to sugarcoat that little remark, as it must've been clear already to Crystal the lass couldn't hold her liquor as well as the knight, but that was only from many a visit to the village taverns and inns that Irina realized her potential for drunkenness may have surpassed a few burly sods here and there, but that was besides the point. The Princess was certainly going to make an entrance to this opera alright, but definitely not the grandest of entrances in this case. Giving a sigh, she cautiously wrapped an arm around the drunken lass, voicing her concerned opinion on the matter, "Are you sure we should be going while you're intoxicated, M'lady? I'd think it best if we wait a while for you to sober before making an appearance amidst the refined nobles. Best not to make a fool of yourself as with last night's feast." A chuckle of insolence escaped the woman at that mention. Though she was the victim of Crystal's inebriated tomfoolery, the lady knight would admit it was indeed hilarious, but all manner of laughter was quickly halted by the mentioning....of that foul and despicable name to Irina. [i]The fiend.....of course he will be there....[/i] Damn certain was the woman the Lord of Narsil would be making an appearance tonight...possibly with his...own guests attending... "Well even if he doesn't try to pull any funny business, tonight, I'm still staying on guard of you, M'lady." Firmly she stated, but only to realize...she was speaking to dead air as the Princess....had already left. "Uwah?" [i]Damn! Not again...[/i] 

Bitterly she huffed with a roll of her eyes, yet again off on another chase of her lady, but before she left....a glint of silver caught her by her ice blue eyes, pulling her towards [i]it[/i] upon the counter. "Hmm...." She studied the object for a few moments, it being...a lowly, but a rather sharp and pristine kitchen knife. [i]It's not a sword....but it's a blade and a blade of any will do.[/i] Irina snatched up the knife, carefully lifting her gown and sliding the blade into the hem of her stocking, a concealed knife to combat any insidiously covert tactics the Lord of Narsil may or may not pull off. Finally, she turned, but to her dismay....Crystal was standing there. "Ah um....right. Let us go now, shall we?"