Cerulean Cape vörös grófnő

we can roll for it :D

the other spoke, her voice a malicious purr as she met the countess' umber eyes with her own yellow gems. erzsébet knew instinctively that she was outnumbered by way of the other's tendriling anger and madness, and so she drew her slight self to the fullest height she was able to muster. peasantry, even the crudest ones, could be persuaded aside with bribes. erzsébet had nothing, save for her pelt and her pride, but still she managed to gaze down her muzzle imperiously at the other.

"what is it you wish?" she inquired in the heavy accents of the mountainous region from whence she had come. if she could not grant it, the woman would discover a method in which to do it. she would not be slain upon this beach today.