Tirarian's eyes narrowed. "Is this all life is to you? Calculated, 'kill a man here and everyone will fear me.' I can see why your sigil is a hound."
She sighed. "There is no point in dwelling on it. You did 'the right thing'," she made the sentence sound bitter, "You are just carrying a bucket of blood around in public, we could be associated with a certain crime you know."