Without even a glance, Bayek's sword was in its sheath. He made a mental note to clean the blade before he slept that night, though he wasn't terribly concerned with blunting the edge. Few new, but his weapons never needed to be sharpened. Even those that had heard the same tale were unsure of why that would be. Some thought the blades were enchanted, while others believed that it was merely a rumor and that they were merely kept so clean that they gave the appearance of being sharp. Unfortunately for them, neither were correct. He had never mentioned to anyone why it was always sharp, and he had no intention of letting anyone know. Anyone. Not even the girl who was so annoyingly following him like a lost puppy. He didn't know what she wanted from him, other than a moment of his time, but every second he spent in that lousy town reminded him only of how much people hated him, how they used him when they needed him then cast him out like a plague-bearer. Bayek wondered why he even bothered with humans anymore...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Your threat, Dragonkin, means nothing to me. Idle threats are a waste of breath." </span>Bayek continued to walk in the same direction, though his pace was slightly slower.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Threats without action are just wasted words."</span>As the people began to disperse, Bayek listened more closely to their murmured whispers, screening for anything he considered to be a real issue, but he found nothing. His thoughts wandered back to the girl, still following him, matching his pace as they strolled down the stone road. A roll of thunder could be heard in the background, causing his ears to twitch subtly. The storm was coming, and the charge in the air was growing intensely. Nothing more than any other thunderstorm, of course, but Bayek could feel it all over his body. He loved storms, especially when the lightning split the sky and the thunder shook the hills. Nature's raw power brought him feelings that nothing else could.<br/><br/>Back to the problem keeping step behind him, Bayek finally stopped. He did not turn toward her, but spoke loud enough for her to hear him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"I will give you time, but not now. Tonight at sunset. The inn in the southwest corner of the town. Look for the sign with a wolf on it. I'll give you till I finish a meal to speak your peace. Take it or leave it."</span>Perhaps it was a little abrupt, but Bayek wasn't exactly in the greatest of moods. But he would hear her out, at least. He could do as much as listen. If nothing else, perhaps it would dissuade others from disturbing him while he ate. The inn keeper, a kindly elder woman named Sheena, never paid much attention to how he looked when he came in. Bayek had worked there many times in the past, and as far as she was concerned, he was doing them a favor.