[Auspicious Happenings]

Withdrawing her sword, her glare remained cold.
She spat at this feet and resheethed her weapon. "Your blood is worth less than the effort it would take to wipe it off my blade" she said.
She stepped away again, but stopped to look over her shoulder. " You should know that this place is filled with terrible things... I wouldn't talk so lightly about meeting your maker, because it just might be so" she stated, before leaving for her camp.