[b]Silsila Om![/b]

Silsila grit her golden teeth together, her face hardening in a moment. An insult towards Merov Ekh? Hardly. That was an insult towards Silsila Om, and to hosts everywhere. Hai Lin was [b]prejudiced![/b] Prejudiced and flaunting her authority in front of Silsila! Making [b]threats![/b]

Hai Lin could absolutely not fathom how bad the last few days have been for Om. They've been really rough! Is it too much to ask that [i]someone[/i] give her a break?

Silsila glares down at Hai Lin as her fork presses into her skin. This is a threat, obviously, but not one Om can take seriously. A fork cannot pierce her skin. It was just a gesture, so Om would repay it with a gesture in kind.

The air is filled with a noisy [b]snapping[/b] as Om's thick, broad hands break the table they were eating at neatly in two, a shower of woodchips and dust spattering the ground as it caves out from under them, even as she glowers almost cross-eyed at the commander. "Strategist Hai Lin of the Vulenid House Guard, you may hide behind your pretty words, but I can see you bearing your fangs at me. I will not be bullied any longer. I challenge you to a duel! If I win, this matter is settled and you will not mention it again." Says she, her golden eyes locked onto Hai Lin's.

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[b]Birsi![/b]

Immediately dropping to her knees was a rather uncomfortable experience, but at least now her arms got to go properly behind her so she wasn’t exerting her shoulders anymore. The best part? She managed to avoid kneeling in the various damp fabrics she had been gagged with earlier, so her pants were dry at the very least. Still, she was a bit surprised by this course of action… And the hand on her ass was not helping that surprise.

“Can be us-...?” She didn’t protest as Jekkan’s hand went over her mouth, knowing when best to shut up at this current moment and just let things play out. Apparently this woman thought she could use Birsi? Odd, but something she could work with, yet the motives still felt off to her… 

But it was also hard to think about someone’s deeper motives and what all is at possible stake when she currently had a hand feeling up her oh so sore and probably bruised red backside, especially when most of the thoughts going through a certain disguised guard’s head were about how strong this woman was, how firm her grip was, how dense and sturdy her muscles felt, and what it would feel like to get smacked by that hand… Goodness her face had a pale red flush to it now, what were they talking about again?