Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

It was his tone which finally broke Seastorm's focus. Somewhat slowly she tore herself away from staring at the bird, settling back into the illusion of calm long enough to look at the bounty hunter. He seemed unsettled.

The assassin bristled a little, disliking his tension. Her own suspicions leapt, always ready, and she stood with ears pinned to her skull. Sólhárr, Seastorm answered, watching intently. And the other one. Talk funny. Throw me around. She imitated the man's speech for the last two sentences.

She wanted to ask what had angered him; if they would fight now. Instead she watched for the answer.