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Senna looks startled by Leaf's sudden advance, and a little put off.  She brushes the woman's hand off and takes a step away from Bree.  "The holy man is right.  Let's get the elves their ring and then they can get going, right?  And so can we."

Fr. Bartok sighs to himself.  Mother always said 2 chefs was worse than a chef and body servant.  Now he was beginning to understand what she meant.  "Do not fret.  She is not replacing you," he reassures the eladrin.  "You all have a role to play."  He hopes that Breelana is not worried about her position among the other lackeys.  He sighs again.  When the help isn't happy, no one is happy.

Breelana watches as the new woman sidles over to Tovar -- her Earthbeard! -- and tries to cozy up to him.  The entity takes the cue and makes his play.  Are you really going to let her come between you and the dwarf?  He's the only one who gives a crap about you, you know.  She could easily sever that bond...displace you, no matter what the holy man says.  You are not indispensable...why would they keep you when they can have her?  She's so much....more than you will ever be. 

Appalled, Bree moves her horse out of the line and over towards them.  She is just able to hear the last bit and her eyes blaze.

"How dare you!  Isn't it enough that your people have been raiding, pillaging, and raping mine for centuries?  And now you have to come here with your ill manners and attitude and expect me to just let you lead us like lambs to the slaughter?  Who do you think you are??  And don't think that I'm buying the torn insignia for a moment, fiend!  You're probably still Iron Circle and trying to lead us into a trap!!  I, however, know your ilk, and you won't be harming any of my friends so take a hike." 

The eladrin gazes imperiously down at Senna, rod at hand, eyes brimming with crimson clouding their usual bright, leafy green.  There is an ominous growling quality to her voice, one which her companions are all too familiar with when the entity is up to mischief.

"Cheer leader?" Leaf thinks to herself as she continues to listen to the squabbles between the two, enjoying the tension in the air, only a hair away from violence. "Who does she think we're cheering for? Ourselves?"
She moves up close against the new girl again, pressing herself against the woman's back. "Shut up, Captain," she says as she wraps her arms around hers, applying just enough pressure to keep her from slipping free but holding back just enough to give her the freedom to shake Leaf away without any harm, "Bree's a nice girl, no need for name-calling. Did nobody teach you that's no way to treat a stranger?" She snickers, knowing she had done worse in her past. A pirate did not stop to say 'hidy ho neighbour' before sticking a knife in the gut.

When she sensed Bree starting to lose herself to the entity, however, she let go of the former Iron Circle woman and moved up to Bree's horse, whispering softly to her. "Come on down of that high horse, Sweet. We'll find a place for ourselves for a while, make you unwind before we set off. If you know what I mean..." she let the meaning linger in the air, already spying for a large brush to lie down out of sight of the blushing and sputtering stares of men like Bartok.

Bartok busies himself making his horse and supplies ready.  He keeps himself silent and apart as the women continue to bicker.  The new girl had quite the foul mouth.  A limited vocabulary was a sure sign of a stunted intelligence.  A shame really.