Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

It turned out that just because you thought you were the worse thing to meet out here, did not mean that others thought the same way too. Somehow - while the tone of their conversation was still neutral, Dwin felt distrust begin to tingle at her fingertips. She watched the man carefully, while he talked her down, and paid more attention to whom she was actually talking to than before. Seemed that he had exposed her bluff with such an ease, but try as she might she could not figure out, whether this would be the right time to start a retreat, while there was still time for that. 

"Well, as one of my friends said - there must be balance in all things," she smiled at him brightly. "I cannot trade a pair of your mutilated fingers for my severed head," she said. "I like my head very much and where it is now and I think that even you would not be half as bold and tough, if you were missing half of your paw."