Her blade had remained drawn to the man, and had been ready to retort to him when a woman, much more slender than her own stocky build and pretty at that, came up speaking words of sarcasm and asking if she was being troubled. And now... a foreigner, unarmored and seemingly unabided by the conversation inside. She was getting angry now and pointed her blade at all three of them.
"Begone, all of you. If there is a wish to be granted here, it's of my own. I swear to [i]GOD[/i] I will kill every one of you if I have to." Her eyes blazed with a fire only matched by someone who has done and seen things unspeakable. She couldn't help but be more bitter towards the woman there; and a small insecurity formed within her, her eyes narrowing at them all. "I warn you," She spat, gripping her sword tightly and getting into a fighting stance. "My words are not empty."