Nerva, on the other hand, couldn't stop her heckles from rising even if she wanted to. A lack of control over her emotions was something that only served to make her angrier with herself, which meant that when the bartender came over with another glass of wine, she gave him a glare so dark that he gulped as he set it down and then quickly left.

She took a sip - well, it was a little more than a sip - and finally simply sighed.

"Is there something you require, Councillor?" She asked, the Orlesian accent crisp and formal. She didn't look over at her.