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Navy hues narrow at the younger girl, a gloved hand resting against the hilt of her sword. She had caught the other eavesdropping on a conversation she was having between a fellow Desian and had decided to confront it. Zerena steps behind the counter, her lips sliding into a sneer. “I don’t believe you. Tell me, what all have you heard? And don’t lie, or else you’ll find my blade against your throat.”
The half-elf’s voice is like ice, as well as her expression. This human was foolish enough for thinking she could get away that easily, Zerena’s hoping she’ll say something even more foolish to warrant a hanging. The Desians haven’t met their quota in Palmacosta yet, and the blue-haired woman is currently thirsting for blood. “Or even worse, I’ll kill dear old mother right in front of you.”
