A glass of wine was held in Alcina's grasp, its liquid gracefully sloshing from side to side as Alcina Dimitrescu seemed far from interested in a futile meeting with the Village Elders. In regards to what the conversation had been about, would it be considered as a simple waste of time. The Lycanthropes had closed in on her land and it seemed that their appearance had impacted a certain aspect of her wine export - though she was able to live mutliple lifetimes with her current state of wealth, it would be a shame for her income to be put on halt. Alas, her patience was running thin, extremely so.