'Chair' is going to be the new 'titsicles', the thing that sets off another amused snort and almost causes her to choke on her ale. Thankfully she manages to avoid that since who knows when the bartender's going to stop being a coward and toss these morons out. Korrin would do it herself, but...it's free entertainment, at least for now. If they go too far or the drinks run out, then she'll reconsider.

"Heh, you're not wrong about any of that. There's been way too much brooding and not enough fun. Not to say that there aren't reasons, but people need to be snapped out of it before it spirals into something nasty." Like the brawl after the Herald's funeral. It still makes her sick to think about the disrespect shown, and that she could have easily been part of it.

"And I know I'm not immune. So if I'm being a hotheaded dumbass -again- do tell me before it gets to the 'chair in my face' stage. I swear I can shut the fuck up and listen...sometimes."