"Were you always trying to mess up my mind, Tamela?" Magna inquired to herself in front of everyone. It seemed as though not even a single person was going to eat anything off the dining table. It was understandable and obvious. We know not of this person. What makes him think that we'll consume anything that could potentially be poisoned? "Not a brilliant strategist are you?" She casually mentions. Tamela remained silent, whether she had no comment Magna never knew. Magna crossed her arms. "And just because you know every secret, that would render you trustworthy? After all, you, we all have demons inside of our minds." She continued on. "I'm not buying into this already bad nonsense any further. If Tamela lives inside of my head, then so be it. It's not like she is bad company." She stood, observing the other peers around her.