At his snide remark, her eyes narrowed. "Yes, there is something that you could help me with," she snarled, but a swift kick to her shin under the table caused her to close her mouth. Elyk, who was seated next to her, was glaring. When she turned to him, he shook his head. Lessa, for a brief moment, looked as though she was going to argue. But his expression caused her to check herself, and after a moment, she sighed. Turning back to Gunseng, she spoke, attempting to keep her voice as even possible, with the most pleasant tone that she could muster.
"To be quite honest with you, I feel as though this grand meal and forced small-talk is merely a means of covering up the task at hand. Considering how important this meeting is, do you really think it is wise to waste our time drinking and being merry?" She shook her head, her long brown hair swaying back and forth as she did so. "I might just as soon retire to my quarters for the evening, assuming you have nothing else of great importance planned for me this evening."