[@Beloss]

Amedea had a dozen ways she could respond to her servant's promises. She didn't [i]want[/i] to be a queen. She didn't [i]want[/i] either glory or plunder. She didn't [i]want[/i] whatever prize laid at the end of this conflict - whatever compensation Zeltrech would offer her in return for her "services". 

What she [i]wanted[/i] was to finish whatever inane or possibly outright suicidal tasks the Wizard Marshal set out for her to do, come back alive and go back to her own regular life. Out of all of the magus who had gathered here, she was sure she was the only one who didn't come wagging with her tongue out like some loyal dog coming here at the beck and call of a more powerful wolf. Instead, she had been threatened, cornered into coming here. They had to warn her of threats, of dangers, and how only by coming with them could she aid in stopping it. When faced with such a notion, how could one [i]not[/i] agree? The had cornered her into coming and she knew it, and she hated the fact that both knew she would come.

But as cathartic as it would be, she could not say something like that. Not in front of the other gathered masters whom she would not give the pleasure of showing weakness to. Not in front of legendary heroes across mythology, each with deeds done almost daily that would hold more impact than her life combined. 

Not in front of her own servant. 

She kept silent as he spoke, with no way to answer him. Only at the very end could she finally veer the topic away into more immediate matters she felt comfortable with dealing with. Looking around at the crowd, she began to feel a bit stifled. Taking a sigh, she turned towards the door.

"We were gathered by the Wizard Marshal Zeltrech." she informed Berserker, glancing in the direction of the aged magician before turning back in the direction of the exit - and thus the cafeteria. "But for now, let's get out of here. It's been a long morning and I'm feeling hungry, and I don't know about you but I think you won't mind some food either."

And the longer they stayed here, the more she feared that Sinfjotli would start a fight. Leaving at the first opportunity seemed the wisest idea.