"Oh, shut the (censored for your mind's benefit) up, people. Someone's trying to get some rest around here," Alisha mutters, head on the table. She sees, through half-lidded eyes, the idiot what's-his-name-can't-cook-bear walking out of the hall with some undead hero, and mutters some more curse words under her breath, some of which she had learned from a mentor of hers. This man (well, he wasn't really a man, more of a squid) could make you go mad with one word (Trust us, he lost friends fast). She was the only one who could listen to him for more than a few seconds, and she had picked up a few curses in his language. If anyone in the hall had heard them, they would promptly fall dead on the spot. Luckily, she didn't think anyone had. Maybe that would be a good way to get rid of Pretzel, she thought, falling into a deep sleep and dreaming of killing all the idiots in the hall, a vicious smile coming across her face.