07-11-2017, 02:31 PM
"Are you attempting to goad me into something, Master Elf?" She bit out, her gaze no longer holding its serenity but a fire that threatened to burst at the possible threat. "You make it sound as if my desires are rather a source of a joke, speak plainly instead of stepping round your desire." She spoke lowly, her voice chipped and icy, "I doubt you are here for the interest you had claim earlier if you keep speaking the way you do." She knew that her instincts as a sellsword warred against the serene façade she had projected to do many people but for once in so long a time, she let her sellsword' instincts win.