Blackbeak Bluff vér kalóz

erzsébet had no intention of such; within minutes, she had turned, feeling the burn of the other's eyes upon her back. the woman stopped immediately -- she lifted her tail in the demeanour befitting her status and snarled openly. the savagery that had been wrought in her at so young an age surged forth; she would brook no sass from this brazen and sinewy serf stalking her along the strand.

"what is it you wish?" erzsébet called when the man was within earshot, her deeply accented tones carrying more than a hint of a threat.