Rebekah put down the pastry she was nibbling on with deliberate care, slowly she delicately dabbed the napkin to the corners of her mouth. The morning had almost been civilised, especially after the rigours of the past few days. Gwylla had proved a non-attentive companion over the meal, didn't she know it was unhealthy to work over breakfast and so Rebekah's good nature had already been strained beyond all society when the scream rang out.
"Oh really!" she declared as she stood. "This kind of behaviour in intolerable, how can one break their fast in quiet contemplation with all this raucous."
Her head held high she smoothly strides out of the room, heading to the source of the screaming. "Madam, calm yourself." she began before entering the room and seeing people arming themselves, and what in the word is causing that smell? "Oh, what fresh hell is this?"