"You speak to Grace Adarlan, heir to the throne of Adarla. If you are looking for someone to join your little revolution, you are barking up the wrong tree." Grace's voice was a quiet calm. His cheap tactic to try and intimidate went right over her head. "Now, I know who you are. I know what you are here to do. I advise against it, unless you want me to bring you back to your followers in ten 10 different pieces!" Grace was already up to her head in one rebellion, an arrogant elf, and normal guard duties. As much as she hated to admit it, her resources were stretched thin. Either this Kenan fellow was taken care of now, or it come back to bite her in the butt. He seemed to be someone who needed to be in power, thriving off the attention. Maybe some form of single combat would keep his sorry band out of Adarla... "And on top of that, you have no right to storm in here and tell me how my country should be run! If you weren't just a leader of some cult, maybe I would actually take in to consideration what you were saying." [@Bluetommy]