Emberwood The die is cast.

Was that all he had to say - a tiny attempt to insult her? She'd heard worse within the legion. Whatever he expected from her, be it fury or violence, he wasn't about to get it. Basilie withheld a scoff, and instead turned away from the heathen. He deserved no more of her time.

Oh, dear, my feelings are irreparably damaged. Chimed the girl, with her head canting to one side with a flourish. She looked at him for the briefest of moments out of the edge of her vision, and with a bored sigh turned to the path ahead. Yes, turning your back to an enemy was a poor choice in any battle - but this foreigner was hardly a threat.