Patience run thin, it’s obvious that this is hardly a request: he cuts directly across Barrow’s path to reach the space he’d been occupying before their conversation began— no longer checking his own raiment for loose tethers or ties, his blades are out and in use in short order, striking wood with surety in each swing.
“There will be no wedding—“
A sharp crack as he wedges a sword between grain lines, leveraging against it as if intending to snap snared ribs.
“Her honesty is hardly my concern. If she intends to assault each new face she sees, however, then I must continue to correct her.”
no subject
He knows now he is being toyed with.
“If you’ve finished, step aside.”
Patience run thin, it’s obvious that this is hardly a request: he cuts directly across Barrow’s path to reach the space he’d been occupying before their conversation began— no longer checking his own raiment for loose tethers or ties, his blades are out and in use in short order, striking wood with surety in each swing.
“There will be no wedding—“
A sharp crack as he wedges a sword between grain lines, leveraging against it as if intending to snap snared ribs.
“Her honesty is hardly my concern. If she intends to assault each new face she sees, however, then I must continue to correct her.”