Rala, however, seemed to mean to offend. She had grown a reasonable ire and skepticism for the woman before them, her eating a heart was all the stoic spy needed to decide Nanny May was someone she didn't want around in this world. More stressing, though, was that her team was injured and haggard. They had the numbers, but these last few seemed much more tricky to her than those goons.

Biding her time, she bit her lip in an attempt to hide her growing anger with the situation, weapons at the ready. She wasn't sure they had much leverage in this situation. Their enemy seemed to know them and had the home field advantage. Still, as questioning went on and drew to a standstill, she felt it was time to make a move.
[color=RosyBrown]"enough pleasantries people. Take the Hag's trinkets or take her head. Either way we've cleared out the tower, the gold is ours. No use dying when the jobs done"[/color] She said harshly.