Barrow Fields these are the last blues we're ever gonna have.

Artaax's eyes widened as she expressed her lack of faith in his ability, deeply affronted. Who did she think he was? He lifted his chin a little higher and stood taller, in spite of the fact that he was trying to remain inconspicuous to his prey. That whole thing could wait for a minute while he straightened a thing or two out with this rude girl.

"I stand a far better chance than you," he hissed back at her, "Because I'm not going to just barrel in there like an idiot." What exactly had she expected, approaching the way she had? Was this her first hunt? Had she no tact or grace? With a snobbish look up and down her frame, he decided clearly not.