Ravenloft - the Gathering of the Mists
Violet's eyebrow rise at the sight of the weasel. Such things are not completely unheard of in her city of birth...but really, are pets of the rich. She, herself, would have enjoyed having one when she was younger; if it were as well-trained as this 'Louise', it might have been able to help with her thievery, making it worth splitting her meagre food with the beast.
Such things are far behind her, now; gold no longer hold allure.
There's some amusing banter between the brothers, then the tiny savage woman finally deigns to answer...though Violet isn't certain she grasps what the answer entails. The display a moment later? Certainly whether or not it is meant to intimidate, it accomplishes just that. The young woman shrinks in her chair, then slips from it, moving around the table to where the rest of this odd group sits. Two men without any real weapons...the heathen knight...and the armed and armored woman. Easy choice; she moves to where Saeko sits, which is further away from the cat to boot.
"Hopefully it's not a problem if I sit here," she murmurs, keeping her eyes upon the great beast and its rider.