[Some would say that Minthara does all things with intimidation. Others might say she is the funniest person they know. What she can declare is that Darin is no Ketheric Thorm. He is no Orin the Red. Somehow, she feels bolstered in acknowledging both of those things. What can this tattered knight do unto a woman like herself?
Nothing, she arrogantly decides.
Looking unamused, her initial reaction would ordinarily be to simply reach for weapon at her back and brandish it. But things work differently here, for some reason. She can think of a few people who would love to see that she's, for the time being, put in her place. Not inclined to immediately make use of brute force to get her way.]
Then, by all means.
[Stiffly, she motions with the movement of a limber arm, more elegant than perhaps someone who looks like her would appear to be. There are likely no shortage of those he could dance with. She. Is not one of them.]
no subject
Nothing, she arrogantly decides.
Looking unamused, her initial reaction would ordinarily be to simply reach for weapon at her back and brandish it. But things work differently here, for some reason. She can think of a few people who would love to see that she's, for the time being, put in her place. Not inclined to immediately make use of brute force to get her way.]
Then, by all means.
[Stiffly, she motions with the movement of a limber arm, more elegant than perhaps someone who looks like her would appear to be. There are likely no shortage of those he could dance with. She. Is not one of them.]