At Nikhil's urging, Everild throws a disinterested glance towards Deves' booth. "He's not my type"
, she comments casually, obviously misunderstanding the duskblade's motivations. "Too tall, too skinny and he looks to smart. I want a man that I can fight beside." Or hide behind.
She chuckles softly as the pair begin to throw insults at one another and winces slightly at the tall man's racially charged comment. He's not gonna win himself any friends with that one.
When it becomes evident that the dwarf wants to fight, Everild's eyes light up with amusement. "Here we go!"
, she says cheerfully, hiding her grin behind he mug. She turns to her tablemates, "Wanna wager?"
Everild will not get physically involved, for the time being.