Vallito would be with the turb, who is being led by Roger (whom nobody seems to be playing at the moment). Fleur is in the rear, is she far enough in to witness this?
Guiverna sees all these people getting ready for possible combat, and decides it might be a good idea for her to do so, herself. Of course, she's not really built for battle, so she's going to cast a couple of spells to make her tougher: Donning the Serpent's Scales and Doublet of Impenetrable Silk
Casting roll for Donning the Serpent's Scales is 26 + die roll of 2 (CoyoteCode isn't doing die rolls right now for some reason) = 28 Ā± Aura. Spell is a MuCo 10. So, for the next couple of minutes, her body is covered in snake-like scales.
Casting roll for Doublet of Impenetrable Silk 23 + die roll of 3 = 25 Ā± Aura. Spell is a MuAn 15.
All that gives her a Soak of 6.
Once she's ready, she will follow but hang to the back of the group, keeping an eye out in case anyone's coming back from the bathroom or something.
Although, once she realizes someone's pointing a sword at her..."friends" might be too strong a word, and she hasn't slept with enough of them to call them "companions", so let's settle for "allies"...she will try to get into a position to where she can make eye contact with them.
(I do not mean to pry, but he doesnāt by any chance happen to have six fingers on his right hand?)
Semsuhfaw, for his part, will snake his way along the wall to try to get at least abreast of the two Sicilians.
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If Vallito is in front (then the fight is lost in advance, but:) then heāll place his right hand on the pommel of his short sword but not draw it. With his left hand he gestures in what he hopes in a non threatening way, and calls out in halting Latin : āStand down, we are not here to fight,ā...and hopes we really arenāt .
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The waiter attempts to interceed, and he speaks in Latin.
Everyone stay calm. My patron, Don Radu, he has a lot of enemies. Lay down your arms, both sides. Come in and I will be glad to serve you. On the house. Welcome to the Orcus Cafe 
Fleur instructs the soldiers to lower but not abandon their weapons. "This seems an unusual location for a cafe." She looks around to see more, both to take in the fine dining room and to look to see if there are any drawings behind the artwork (does it still appear to be a cave, or does it somehow (probably through faerie power) appear to be the interior of a proper building? She also is looking for any sign that it might extend further than this room. " Our investigations indicated this cave had some rather curious wall art, but certainly nothing like this."
Oh, I had all that removed when I remodeled the place. I also had the back tunnel collapsed and put a kitchen back there. There is running water though. Back behind the kitchen, a small stream runs underground. i tap clean water from the spring and send refuse down the drain.
I don't know who owned and operated the place before me, but they left it a mess! It took me a lifetimes or two before I got around to cleaning it up this past year. I had to chase the Troglodytes away again. They are like vermin! The just keep coming back. If that keeps up, I will find a way to put them to work.
I am building a Monster Park! I am going to commission more sculptures and entertainments. This, the Cafe Orcus, what do you think? The name, Orcus, comes from a Roman god of the underworld. Somewhat akin to Pluto. He was the eater of souls.
Get it?
You sit in the mouth of the soul eater, as you eat, and the chamber echoes amplify the sounds so it sounds like a monster is eating!
Fleur's voice gains an odd, overly controlled tone to it that nobody has ever heard from her before as her face turns to red. "You destroyed the ancient artwork and knowledge of the troglodytes to open a cafe miles away from any signs of civilization?" The inhales a deep breath and lets it out slowly "Did you perhaps find any small statues lying around that you might have kept during your renovations?"
Don Radu has lowered his sword but has not yet put it away. The waiter (and chef) returns an expression of bewilderment.
Why in the world would I do that? When you move into a new place, do you save the trash the former occupants left behind? Of course not!
Look. You all seem pretty wise. And you speak Latin. I am guessing you are not clergy, so shall I presume you are a wizard?
I am not, how to say? I am not a mortal. I see the bigger picture. This island is far from uninhabited! It is only 200 square miles, and there are four major settlements. According to the oracles, this will be a major resort and tourist destination some day. I want to be ahead of the curve.
I mean, I am sorry if you were looking for something now gone. But I have owned this regio for a hundred years. It sustains the magic I need for this project. I paid for it fair and square from the Rakasta spirits that once dwelt here. Here, this inscribed amulet is my property deed. It is my cave to do with as I please.
Do not despair! If you read close, you will find that I left you a clue.
" A wise businessman should know that what seems to be trash could turn out to be treasure. Three questions then remain. First, the caves you collapsed, is there any way I could gain entry for a time. Second the trash you disposed of, where did you dispose of it, and three, how would I locate these Rakasta spirits?" She continues to give the man a hard stare.
I, um, I am not a business man. I am an entertainer. I am creating art! I am all about that "wow!" factor. I want to inspire awe and wonder.
Don Radu here. He is the businessman. Though this isn't his business. I am letting him hide out with me. I sort of owe his family a favor.
As for your questions. I am not so keen on allowing you to excavate my work. It took a lot of my energy. I really don't understand why you would want to though. I guess if you could turn yourself into a fish, you could swim the waste stream back there, and explore the underground areas where it may lead. And to answer your second question, that material I could not burn or disintigrate, I flushed down that stream.
The Rakasta, they are mighty spirits that once roamed these lands a thousand thousand generations ago. Like their Jinn cousins, they occupied the lands of northern Africa and southern Europe. Like their fae cousins, they have been slowly dying off and driven away by the spirits that the mortals now worship. These religions have tolorance for angels and jinn, but no room for the spirits of the wild or the faeries.
But seriously, calm down and let me feed you 
Don Radu, calmati. Queste persone non lavorano per la famiglia Vorloi. Ho giĆ controllato.
...
Let us start over. We got off on the wrong foot. My name is Zeb the Wanderer, Scion of the Island of Light.
Fleur considers, giving supernatural entities your name was often considered unwise, as was eating food in a faerie regio, which he had already declared this to be. Which meant as well that if she could return somehow to the mundane level the cave paintings were likely still there.
"Please, call me Rose. I'm afraid I just ate and am not prepared for a meal. I take it that Mister Radu here is mortal? Soldales"" she adresses Guiverna not wanting to give anything that might be taken for a real name in front of the fae. "how well does your scaly friend handle flowing water? Is this an adventure he or you would be willing to consider?"
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Guiverna stays to the rear of the group until her scales fade (i.e. her Donning the Serpent's Scales expires after a couple of minutes), and makes a show of examining the wall decorations while posing enticingly for whoever would notice her.
She turns her head to address Zeb the Wanderer. "You mean Anubis." While she's looking, she will give both Zeb and Don Rado a thorough visual examination, and a saucy wink if she notices them noticing her.
"And you may call me...Amans," Guiverna says with a smile."
Semsuhfaw raises his head to glare at Fleur. "Her 'scaly friend' is not a water snake, and flowing water should be bridged, not swam in." His voice is practically dripping with disdain.
"However," Guiverna adds quickly, "I would hate for us to have come all this way and leave empty-handed." She looks to where Zeb had indicated to see if she can see the stream as she smooths out her robe.
Fleur nods to Semsuhfaw "My apologies, I was uncertain what breed you were exactly." She turns back to Zeb "Why Orcas? It seems a bit macabre for a cafe, and the cave is one of birth and beginnings, not endings. Is there some debt or relationship you have with Orcas?" hoping to keep his attention while Guiverna looks at the stream.
No, Anubis does that in Africa. Orcus is Italian.
He will direct you to the back of the cavern. If you go back there and look, you will see it is a thin river! seven feet wide and fifteen feet deep. It runs along the very back wall, emerging from a spring that forms a pool, and running about twenty feet before dissapearing into the other side.
Yes! That's the idea. I want to inspire awe and powerful emotional reactions.
Circle of life. The cave was dead and inhabited by spirits only. Now it has new life!
Orcus is fictional. Just like Anubis, Jesus, and Odin. All fictions. I am beholden to no one.
Well, except Don Radu. I owe him a debt.
"It only inspires emotions if people chose to eat here, I expect the name would discourage them from doing so. Also, why would an entertainer chose to run a cafe instead of a tavern with, you know, singing and entertainment?"
FYI: cafe comes from the French word for coffee, derived from the Turkish word Caf which is the name of the drink developed by Sufi mystics in the 15th century- the earliest known use of the coffee ben for human consumption, so presumably the word actually being used is slightly different...
I am using colloquial American English as a stand in for Latin, and my word choice is based upon what sounds good to my ear. So remove "cafe" and substitute the appropriate Latin word. Do that for every word I use.
So cafe, tavern, same thing for the purpose here. Keep in mind that I am not well educated, so cut me a little slack.
I mention it because there are differences beyond the drink itself- the modern cafe as an eating establishment would be alien to a medieval person- a tavern would serve ales and likely have a freelance or contract musician providing entertainment, while a dining hall would be more membership based and less likely to have entertainment- what a lord might provide for workmen. The description you have provided so far is more of a private dining room- well appointed, seating for one at this time, and no entertainment, where one might sit for conversation with the meal.
Is that really worth derailing the game?