Dustfinger couldn’t help the hostile look he shot her when she accused him of following trouble. He was so annoyed, in fact, that he considered abandoning her here where she was. He didn’t accept her thanks, and he even took a few steps back, pushing her food back at her. “I ought to leave you here to figure things out yourself. I’m not in the mood to get skinned because you like to flaunt cheating men out of their money. That’s your trouble, not mine.” He had a family, after all. And so much to live for.
“What are you staring at?” He heard himself snapping impatiently.
She shook her head and took the piece of bread, but did not allow him to simply close the distance between them. By the Gods, this place smelled, she didn’t even consider eating an option at this point in time - the rancid stench caused her stomach to turn in displeasure. She waved the piece of bread to his pockets, to try and lure out his companion. Perhaps he would indulge in a few bites if his friend here did not.
“Why are you getting so defensive?” She asked quietly, “Seems anything I do triggers such hostility, when I did nothing to merit it. I did not cheat anyone out of anything. And you still stand here, do you not? Not sought after by those fools. And even if they were to come after you, I wouldn’t allow you to get skinned.” The last few words were said in a firm tone as her green eyes seemed to shift in colors quickly. A flare of anger touched her gaze but melted away when looked up this features.
“I was staring at you. Is it wrong for me to look at you now as well, since you don’t seem too keen on accepting my form of thanks either,” she had a tongue on her, toss demure out the window. Sarah was a wild one, as fiery as the locks that fell from her crown.
“Why did you come for me? I don’t know. I am grateful that you did, otherwise I would have done something.. I would have come to regret.” It was true, the words from those men triggered something within her. A hurt that demanded she retaliated. Aunduin sniffed around Dustfinger, perhaps simply trying to ignore the tension or find a partner that was going to help quell it. The partner was Gwin, and with the bread still in his paws, even the wolf was toying with trying to pull him into view.
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