"You're better off not knowing." The villainess' calm whisper meets the ears of only the person it is intended to reach. "Actually, we simply acquired a dispensation to engage in commerce and loaded our ships down with Gallic goodies at the source. Or at least Willow did the legwork for most of it." Teresa, practicing the tolerance she preaches, continues the trip to the meeting room. She doesn't have a problem with these people beyond their possible infection, and even that is only a possibility. Now, if they were to offer her some glorious carnage, then she might actually like them, but small steps. Small steps.
"So this is the place you call home, huh? It's... roomy, I guess."
