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Ernst raised an eyebrow at the annoying figure from last night who just entered the tavern. She was the girl who arrogantly refused a free room, seemed to scoff at the notion of getting to know her brethren-in-arms, and now insulted his sister. Now, if her first impression was better on Ernst’s, he would have taken the jab in jest, but his nerves were being grated by the continued hostility and seeming imperiousness this girl kept acting on even when she [i]lacked an arm![/i] Thusly, there was a brief but bright flash of red in Ernst’s vision, and an equally quick micro-expression of a snarl that curled his lip, but in the end, he snorted and grinned.

“She’s a better catch than the black, maimed fool you are,” the archer smirked, but then quickly changed the topic. “By the way, we haven’t gotten your name, miss…?”

Ach, what an unpleasant person! Now the cutlets and pottage don’t taste as good. How dare this [i]bitch[/i] ruin such a great breakfast when it was only beginning?!