"You do not understand!" she snaps, fire in her eyes. She then takes a deep breath and fingers an elaborate necklace charm. She looks at each of you and her expression softens. She curtly nods, a poor imitation of an apology, smiling tight lipped. She spins on her heels and marches sternly upstairs to the room you have provided her.

"She," Greycane says, "Scares me. And I'm not afraid to say it. If you made me choose between fighting a tribesman armed to the teeth and her armed with that stare, I'd take on the savage every time."

He grabs his instrument, slings it over his shoulder, and heads into the street as you follow.

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