I know the old lady told us not to hurt our monstrous visitors, but they're making it real hard to do that. Not that we have any reason to believe we should be listening to her, anyway.

[ Excellen is standing on front of the Vine in her normal getup but now sporting several accessories: a handgun in a holster on each thigh and, most noticeably, what appears to be a long, long gun of some kind strapped to her back; the additional weight seems to be negligible to her.

...What? You didn't think she spent the last month or so rolling around and goofing off, did you? Okay, yes, she did in fact do a lot of both, but...well, she's not just a pretty face and a goofball. Plus, magic dirt is very convenient. ]

We need to get organized, figure out who can take care of themselves and others, who needs to be taken care of, and figure out how to stop this mess for good. I'm not interested in becoming bird food.

Oh dear! Miss! I must demand that you cease this at once!

[One of the lamia has decided she wants to set up shop at Vitalia's place, and is making a bit of a mess with the cottage. Vitalia, of course, is more upset by the havoc than the appearance of the monster. She's also mostly uncovered, having just returned from her daily swim. This may explain why the lamia is not attacking, but staring at her like there are lobsters crawling out of her nose.]

There, now... just look at this disarray! Why, I shall have to reorder those notes! Whatever was your intent with this campaign of destruction? Honestly! And that window... well, I'm certain I shouldn't need it in the first place, really, when the weather is always so agreeable, but the principle of it!

Ah, but perhaps you are merely new here and don't understand the customs? Yes, I suppose that would make sense... I'm afraid I'm not well set upto entertain, but do take a seat! [She clears a stack of notes from an armchair and bustles the baffled monster into it] I shall prepare some tea and perhaps you can be educated as to a more proper way to behave!