a corner where a few<br>
    slightly charred sticks are surrounded by a wide pool<br>
    of spilled soup. A large iron cauldron is tipped on<br>
    its side, obviously the source of this mess. Standing<br>
    near this mess like an outraged goddess is Danilo's<br>
    daughter BRENNA. She is a stunningly beautiful young<br>
    woman, and her soaked gown is revealing every lovely<br>
    curve. Arms militantly akimbo she eyes Picard.</p>
  <p> BRENNA<br>
    Your hospitality leaves a hell<br>
