"Drakon, as you might have guessed, my remark wasn't targetted at you. You seem quite more intelligent than I am, so no, I do not see the reason to insult you in that way. For the lamb, I trust both in your judgement."
Yalla picks up a knife, spins it around playfully and slices a piece of meat off. She pours some of the bloodred wine in her glass and zips it.
"Tasty, I must say. You are right, Drakon, my Lord has tought me a lot, especially about friends and allies. Insulting is not the most stylish way to start off a possible friendship. May I ask in which Lord your believes are? I know nothing of you all, so I'd like if the rest of the people could at least state their names or such, it makes communication a lot easier."
She cuts a piece of the lamb and puts it in her mouth.
"Indeed, very nice. Is there any sort of entertainment or are we brought here to bore ourselves to death?"