"I'm not even sure who's making the decisions here", Mafyyil admits. Oh well - time to find out.

"HELL~LOOOOH!", she calls out cheerfully, at a volume that surely no one here could miss, no matter what they're drinking. (She herself has not dared to ask for a drink. Too questionable.) "I'd love to talk to someone in charge, please! High priest? Commander? Barbarian chieftainess or chieftain?" The last one just slipped out.