She gave a softened look to those who were simply tired. Ready to go. She knew that feeling far too well. The undecided votes were what worried her. They couldn't stay where they were, the leaving would be far worse if the hotel exploded. And then there was the drunk.
Bryn clucked her tongue whenever Dan choked him quiet. "Now, if you were smart, you would have kept your sexist remarks to yourself. Because you have pissed off my friend. I will tell you who I am. I am Brynhild. Wife of Magnus. The last living shieldmaiden from the North, and I am twelve hundred years old. Almost as old as the gods. I have known death, and shaken his hand, and still I stand before you. Giving you a choice. Meet your maker, let him judge you, or find peace with your death through other means. Or door B. To one of mine, the goddess of the underworld. Whatever you choose, it is better to be done quickly."
She gently patted Dan's shoulder. She could feel his anger rolling off him in waves. Would have had he not taken her blood.