[i] “Who the hell am I, and why should you take orders from me…First question. I’m Sass. You can figure out all you need to know about me by asking around on the streets. Do your homework. Second question,”[/i]

The ice in her voice chilled Tyven to the bone, and suddenly he decided he didn't want to test this woman anymore than he already did. Instead of opening his mouth to check her with a snide remark he decided to apologetically put his hands up in remorse and back off in order to prevent spontaneous hatred. Underneath his concealment, Tyven might have been biting his lips in an attempt to keep them closed for his own safety. 

 [i]“Orders? If you’re gonna be making accusations like that, you might as well leave right now. I don’t do orders. I do damn smart suggestions, but it’s up to you whether you’re gonna listen to ‘em or not.”[/i]

As she spouted these words towards him, Tyven unconsciously looked down at the floor like he was chastised, then back up to meet hers. It was difficult for him to accept such options. He'd slowly placed himself at the back of the group to avoid being brought into the spotlight again, and shut up.

When a much older man entered the scene, all eyes suddenly were glued to the stranger, Tyven's included. He opened his mouth as if to ask a question but instead decided against it.