Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

At first it seemed she was going to relax a bit, as if satisfied that he was about to go and follow her back home to raise hell at her front door. And then she spoke, their conversation going in an completely different way than he had anticipated. It truly was a statement with no room for debate, that he could tell from the glow of her eyes. Her posture hadn't gone relaxed, no, it was poised something akin to a snake in the reeds. His smile still stayed affixed to his face though, truly intrigued by her demand. Mordecai had been all over as far as he was concerned, and this wasn't the first time he had been challenged, let alone tested. No doubt it would be the last time, either.

There was no utterance of approval or dismay, nothing that said he feared her in the bristling of his own coat. He sized her up at length for once the way that she had him the moment they met, his gold eyes resolutely fixed on hers. He studied her, curiosity unmasked as he made his first move. She was unquestionably larger than he was and he didn't want to find out whether or not this belied her strength. But he felt he could hold his own, so he accepted her challenge and openly began a flank, prying eyes trying to find that one opening in which he could use to his advantage. Mordecai knew better than to charge her head on, but couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't charge him.