"Why must you try my patience... Every time I choose to trust you bastards, I'm slapped with the truth... You're all out for yourselve's, you don't care what happens to me as long as you get what's owed. (she pulls out her twin axes, twirlig them) I asked you to keep quiet about my presence, but you've sent word to the Marshal already- and for what? A couple of Galleons? How pathetic... " (She watches as you enter the Tavern, her eyes follow your every move as she turns slightly towards you)
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