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You look like you can take care of yourself. The earlier display was very impressive," Straasa comments, his face still giving away nothing.

"And we're not your damn lapdogs! Do you really think we're that stupid?" Morkai explodes, no longer able to hold himself back. He takes one threatening step toward the elven woman, then another.

Daelynn, to her credit, does not back away. She simply looks at him with a confused frown. "Stupid? What do you mean?"

"You were sent by him, weren't you? Did you think we wouldn't realize? You were sent by Rhaygan!" he yells at her, completely consumed by rage.

Okay, then—he's going to attack her. It doesn't take any intuition for you to see it coming.

Straasa immediately moves to block Morkai's path, placing his hand on his friend's chest and pushing against him firmly. Morkai doesn't budge, but at least he has stopped advancing. His eyes don't leave the elf's face, however.

She just gives him an unimpressed look in return. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I told you what it is I need from you," she tells him placidly, as if a furious, tall-as-hell man barreling toward her is nothing to be concerned about. You can't say whether you'd be that calm in her shoes.